Comments by "G58" (@G58) on "People Are Deep" channel.

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  10. The primary purpose of the Bond nonsense is to entertain and distract the domestic populations with spectacle. They play no role whatsoever in the big game with agencies of other countries. It’s ludicrous to assume that for instance the Russians or Chinese would believe that British agents operate in any particular way, or are somehow less capable or easily detectable. The most overt intelligence operation I ever witnessed was on a Northern Line Tube train in 2000. Four Zimbabwean CIO operatives were overtly tailing a well known public figure who we will call Mr B. It was actually rather surreal. Whilst most people just keep to themselves and avoid all eye contact, I usually can’t resist people watching. When you do this, you notice that others are doing it too. The giveaways are the little smiles of recognition. Anyway, the best way to scan a Tube carriage is to stare out of the window. As soon as you hit the tunnel, the windows become mirrors. That’s when you see the true dynamics. So, I spotted Mr B looking very harassed. I knew that he’d protested Mugabe, so I mentally scanned all the other people I’d paid no attention to as I got on the Tube train. I remembered two heavy set athletic looking black African men in dark suits. Heavy set black African men don’t usually wear suits. They looked out of place. Then I became aware of two more. So I looked back towards Mr B in the window mirror, he was not there. Then I sensed a flurry of eye activity between the CIO guys. They had obviously lost him too. The expressions on a group of people close to a door gave the impression that they were politely ignoring someone either crouching or sitting on the floor. As we came into Angel station, two CIO guys moved closer to the nearest door to them, as the others tried to make their way against the tide of passengers moving to exit. Suffice to say, due to a very British mistake on someone’s part, the team of four got split into two, and Mr B got clean away. It was an amusing interlude on my way to the MacExpo at Islington. The message? Excuse me here. Try to be less rude.
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  11. The primary purpose of the Bond nonsense is to entertain and distract the domestic populations with spectacle. They play no role whatsoever in the big game with agencies of other countries. It’s ludicrous to assume that for instance the Russians or Chinese would believe that British agents operate in any particular way, or are somehow less capable or easily detectable. The most overt intelligence operation I ever witnessed was on a Northern Line Tube train in 2000. Four Zimbabwean CIO operatives were overtly tailing a well known public figure who we will call Mr B. It was actually rather surreal. Whilst most people just keep to themselves and avoid all eye contact, I usually can’t resist people watching. When you do this, you notice that others are doing it too. The giveaways are the little smiles of recognition. Anyway, the best way to scan a Tube carriage is to stare out of the window. As soon as you hit the tunnel, the windows become mirrors. That’s when you see the true dynamics. So, I spotted Mr B looking very harassed. I knew that he’d protested Mugabe, so I mentally scanned all the other people I’d paid no attention to as I got on the Tube train. I remembered two heavy set athletic looking black African men in dark suits. Heavy set black African men don’t usually wear suits. They looked out of place. Then I became aware of two more. So I looked back towards Mr B in the window mirror, he was not there. Then I sensed a flurry of eye activity between the CIO guys. They had obviously lost him too. The expressions on a group of people close to a door gave the impression that they were politely ignoring someone either crouching or sitting on the floor. As we came into Angel station, two CIO guys moved closer to the nearest door to them, as the others tried to make their way against the tide of passengers moving to exit. Suffice to say, due to a very British mistake on someone’s part, the team of four got split into two, and Mr B got clean away. It was an amusing interlude on my way to the MacExpo at Islington. The message? Excuse me here. Try to be less rude.
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