Frank I doubt the Canucks will "report", be more like the whimpering, mewling noises one of those wet, almost silent farts makes, in an attempt to beat the SF separator check system.
Greedy –"Mr Wodger Wabbit is indeed a manipulator of information to suit his own agenda.
That particular McComic devotee, one of the really willing accomplices, has had a metaphorical 'red dot' on his forehead for a number of years in the form of a paper trail about five mile wide; more of a swathe really. There are internal and external queues waiting for a suitable platform or venue to present one of the most sordid stories, amongst the many from the McComic years. Standing alone our Wodger and some of his 'mates' are worthy candidates for investigation by Royal Commission; or, better yet a Fawcett led Senate inquiry.
This is not a "buggers muddle" but the deliberate concealment of inconvenient truths to suit a predetermined outcome. Greedy
Amen to that – buts it's only one of the very many grubby little tales emanating from the McComic era; rushed, pre prepared paper work, with many 'errors' made by our happy little band. Perhaps Wodgers next 'expert' speech to the RAeS could be dedicated to how to manipulate both system and law to obtain the 'desired result'.
TB "Speaking of Hampertop, how would she be addressed, Miss, Mrs, Ms, Mistress??"
Another willing accomplice. I reckon the Sunday papers would have a field day asking that question; with photographs, one taken in each outfit accompanying the racy, ribald expose. (BRB voted favourite is the all leather 'Mistress' one).
Sot –"[unnecessary] burden onto helicopter operators, regardless of what that bearded CASA fool Gobson has to say."
Easy one for a good barrister, public statement, documented and recorded for posterity. Another willing accomplice, happily doing deals with the devil, enchanted by dreams of the fortune and glory, gifted by enslavement to the McComic system.
There are several others worthy of mention, they are a little smarter than our protagonists here, not so easily traceable and astute enough to realise that one day, the whole mess would be exposed to public scrutiny and covered their tracks. The big question for them is of course, has the covering been good enough to fool an expert tracker?
Time will tell and we shall see, I expect; but it is all rather disgusting, ain't it?
Aye well – better clean up the decks, if we are to have guests that is: the last lot left a hellish mess behind...Toot toot.