Clicks’n Pops'n echoes.

Much weirdness at the Ministry.
The new pizza delivery guy seems skittish – furtive eyes and small hands. When we question him even lightly on the Diablo with extra cheese - he clearly knows nada.
Clicks, pops, echoes and whistling on our phones.
Our friends at Spymaster tell us if Her Majesty’s Government (Ltd) wants to hear what we’re up to - there's basically no way we can stop it.
Do we have delusions of grandeur ? Should we be flattered ?
Can you make a Freedom of Information request to find out if you’re being bugged ?
Did the Lord Chancellor’s office buy into our low-grade porn gag and tip off the thought Police ?


