Things; to make you say Hmm.
Its quite remarkable how a ‘line’ or a statement gets picked up and breeds speculation. Especially when the ‘line’ jars with the general ebb and flow of discussion. Hoody’s little statement certainly has – the ‘Canary’ one, yesterday, at the committee hearing. Darts practice, just a few there, social and easy conversation, snippets, odds and sods, the usual aimless banter on such occasions. Them someone made a crack about the hi-viz Hood and his penchant for draping himself in fluro yellow motely.
“Well” says one wag – “he do seem to think he’s a canary; said so today at the ‘drone’ hearing”. (Ribald remarks deleted).
“He did say he would sing like one, even threatened to sing today” said another; “perhaps he will”.
That opened up a speculative debate; you can always tell when they get serious – the darts score reflects it; game on here thought I. Anyway – round and round it went for a half hour, touching the extremes of common knowledge and rekindling the speculation of how the man who signed off on the majority of the Pel-Air post accident embuggerance of James ended up running the ATSB. It remains, to this day, a great mystery to us all. I digress, but you get the drift; it always winds up the same way – how and why?
I toddled home, replaying the conversation (as you do) and decided to watch the ‘Canary’ scene in isolation, taking note of the words and music and body language. This I compared to a more relaxed Hood in ‘clips’ where he was well within his comfort zone. Current unsubstantiated gossip and speculation has Hood under the pump; now, if that is so; and, he is fighting for tenure then the ‘Canary’ and the thinly veiled venom quite visible through the little “we will sing” speech could be construed as an implied threat. As P2 points out – why drag up the unbelievable mess of the ATR incident during a discussion on ‘drones’.
Don’t know – beyond my pay grade – but it is, you’ll admit, an interesting little passage of play. Who knows? But, by golly, idle speculation and scurrilous gossip don’t half make the old curiosity bump itch.
Toot - toot.
Its quite remarkable how a ‘line’ or a statement gets picked up and breeds speculation. Especially when the ‘line’ jars with the general ebb and flow of discussion. Hoody’s little statement certainly has – the ‘Canary’ one, yesterday, at the committee hearing. Darts practice, just a few there, social and easy conversation, snippets, odds and sods, the usual aimless banter on such occasions. Them someone made a crack about the hi-viz Hood and his penchant for draping himself in fluro yellow motely.
“Well” says one wag – “he do seem to think he’s a canary; said so today at the ‘drone’ hearing”. (Ribald remarks deleted).
“He did say he would sing like one, even threatened to sing today” said another; “perhaps he will”.
That opened up a speculative debate; you can always tell when they get serious – the darts score reflects it; game on here thought I. Anyway – round and round it went for a half hour, touching the extremes of common knowledge and rekindling the speculation of how the man who signed off on the majority of the Pel-Air post accident embuggerance of James ended up running the ATSB. It remains, to this day, a great mystery to us all. I digress, but you get the drift; it always winds up the same way – how and why?
I toddled home, replaying the conversation (as you do) and decided to watch the ‘Canary’ scene in isolation, taking note of the words and music and body language. This I compared to a more relaxed Hood in ‘clips’ where he was well within his comfort zone. Current unsubstantiated gossip and speculation has Hood under the pump; now, if that is so; and, he is fighting for tenure then the ‘Canary’ and the thinly veiled venom quite visible through the little “we will sing” speech could be construed as an implied threat. As P2 points out – why drag up the unbelievable mess of the ATR incident during a discussion on ‘drones’.
Don’t know – beyond my pay grade – but it is, you’ll admit, an interesting little passage of play. Who knows? But, by golly, idle speculation and scurrilous gossip don’t half make the old curiosity bump itch.
Toot - toot.