Location: Glasgow | Date: November 2003
Posted by: scotsboyuk | Bluejackers device: Sony Ericsson
I was in the city centre last week and decided to do a scan. I
found three Nokias and a PDA. Glancing around I caught sight of
two young lads sitting on some steps eating their lunch. I was sitting
in a cafe just across from them, having just finished my own lunch
and by then enjoying a very nice lunchtime cigar.
Deciding that I would rather enjoy my cigar than bluejack I went
to put my phone away. Suddenly I heard a snippet of conversation
come from the two lads - I put it down to a sixth sense I have developed
wherever my beloved P900 is concerned - the world 'bluejack' was
mentioned. Suddenly I could see the boy glancing over at another
two boys walking towards them, both of whom were holding Bluetooth
enabled Nokias in their grimy little paws. Seeing that they were
calling in reinforcements for a massive Bluetooth strike I decided
that it was time for action. Maybe it was the cigar or maybe it
was the Chateneuf du Pape, but suddenly I felt like Churchill preparing
to go into battle against the Bosch.
I pulled Plucky from my jacket pocket and opened her up. I could
see blue flashing lights on one the lad's phones, he had just enabled
Bluetooth! Quickly initiating SMan I decided that only a devastating
strike against them would be sufficient to ensure that liberty,
freedom and the rights of adults prevailed here. SMan calmly initiated
a scan, searching for its targets amongst the youthful swine daring
to attack my beloved Plucky.
A wicked smile crept onto my face as I saw the results of my decision.
I had pushed the button and unleashed Armageddon! The lads started
glancing around as their phones beeped and vibrated. Their expressions
were priceless as they realized that their meager arsenal was no
match for my far more awesome deterrent. I had sent them a message
'Don't even try sonny'. I smiled as they glanced about, finally
it dawned upon them that it was me.
Motioning to the waiter I ordered another glass of wine and got
my cigar relit, so as to toast my victory. Pulling my Mont Blanc
from my pocket I waited in anticipation for what remained of their
pathetic force to come over and sign their surrender.
ALL HAIL PLUCKY 900!