Spy Gadgets: A Visit With the Real-Life Q
AlistairCharlton writes in a neat article about night vision watches, video recording glasses, and other real-life spy gadgets. "Q (real name Jeremy Marks) has run SpyMaster for 20 years and has three branches in central London. The company sells a wide range of covert equipment, from recorders disguised as chewing gum wrappers and watches with night vision cameras, to body armour and home security. Far from meeting our Quartermaster deep in the bowels of MI5 or at an abandoned Underground station, we were invited into SpyMaster's flagship store just off Oxford street; it's a glass-fronted shop just like any other - no M, no whiskey cabinet (so far as we could see) and no ejector seats in sight. "
Spy Gadgets: A Visit With a Real-Life Guy Who Runs a Shop
Far from meeting our Quartermaster deep in the bowels of MI5 or at an abandoned Underground station, we were invited into SpyMaster's flagship store just off Oxford street; it's a glass-fronted shop just like any other - no M, no whiskey cabinet (so far as we could see) and no ejector seats in sight.
Yes, because he doesn't work for MI6 (which is where Bond works, not MI5 as above). He runs a shop.
systemd is Roko's Basilisk.
I'd rather see a shop for outfitting an evil criminal's lair:
- Shark tank, with trap door to dump disloyal henchmen into said tank.
- Electric wheelchair complete with controls for remote control helicopter (helicopter sold separately)
- Brushed stainless steel paneling
- High backed leather swivel chair (comes with fluffy white cat)
If construction was anything like programming, an incorrectly fitted lock would bring down the entire building...
I used to work down the road from them in them, so I thought I'd pop in and see what they had for sale. They are the the most insufferable arseholes I have ever met. Basically they gave me the bum's rush. Every word, every gesture, their condescension, their posture, in fact every fibre of their being indicated that normal people were not their customers. I asked to see their catalogue and they told me it cost £600.
Buy from someone who values your custom.
Dear god this must be a slow news day - I have never seen such a blatant slashvertisment in all the time I have wasted here.
If you are tired of reading ads then read about the interesting stuff the mars rover found the other day, or maybe about this interesting comet
Please Slashdot - don't make me hate you!
Why would there be? A gentleman wouldn't touch anything other than a single-malt Scotch.
Confucius say, "Find worm in apple - bad. Find half a worm - worse."