Monday, July 06, 2009

It's a hell of a way to get a new house.

One of my 'Stralian cousins sent me this link, which is pure gold. I'll let him tell you what he thought.

'I greatly enjoy tales detailing the combination of the truly stupid amongst us and networking sites. Brightens up my whole day... '
'I'll declare my bias by admitting I loath Facebook and related sites...'
Basically the story goes like this - the new head of MI6, the British, um, secret intelligence service sort of had all his personal details (minor details like, oh, where he lived and worked) plastered all over Facebook.
As a result poor old Sir John Sawers and his family are most probably going to have to be rehoused (and let me tell you, MI6 are hopping mad) .
And who was responsible for this breach of national security?

None other than this woman.

Off with her head! I hear you say- which is possibly something MI6 would have entertained if it weren't for the minor detail that she is Lady Sawers.

Needless to say Lady Sawers no longer has a Facebook page.

I applaud her, together she and Facebook have managed to turn the British Secret Intelligence Service into an oxymoron.



tinman18 said...

But sure it was MI6 who told us who their new boss was going to be in the first place.

I'm not sure the Brits ever really got the hang of a Secret Service. Their most famous agent turns up saying "the name's Bond, James Bond" to everyone he meets, and the second he arrives in a new place there's always someone there waiting to stab/shoot/blowpipe him. Perhaps he keeps a facbook page too.

Fat Sparrow said...

Well, it's a good thing he married her for her brains and not her looks... Er, it's a good thing he married her for her looks and not her brains... Oh, screw it. He's doomed.

laughykate said...

You're right Tinman! And if you're were going to have a secret service......why would you call it the Secret Service? Wouldn't it be better to call it something like Clough Drycleaning ?

Fat Sparrow, am picking Facebook is a swear word in that house right now?!

Fat Sparrow said...

Oooh, ooh, that's a good idea for a swear word! My husband points out that my language is effing atrocious, and so as to not give his mum a heart attack when we move in with her, I'm supposed to be substituting words. "Oh, FaceBook!" will be my new one when I stub my toe.