Steve Terry wrote:
> Bill Wright wrote:
>> Steve Terry wrote:
>>> Bill Wright wrote:
>>>> Norman Wells wrote:
> <snip>
>>> Then you should have known the best way is to put a pin through the
>>> coax and cut the ends off. Shorts out the coax which looks OK and is
>>> very difficult to find ;-)
>> That's OK if you don't want them to find it. But in this case it
>> didn't matter. It was very dark; the coax was amongst the ivy.
>> I worked by touch. I had a penknife with me, but not a pin.
>> Bill
>>
> Well if you won't go properly equipped, what do you expect!
>
> Steve Terry
Good point. Here's an extract from a book I have.
There was no time like the present. First, Jason needed something small
and sharp. He also needed to empty his bladder. En route to the lavatory
he clocked the hotel notice board, and on the way back when he was
facing the bar and could see if he was observed he quickly removed a
single drawing pin from the board. He was becoming more aware of the
effects of the beer and realised he�d had very little breakfast and had
forgotten lunch completely. No wonder the old Smooth was having such an
effect. Good stuff, though, the old Smooth.
Having finished his drink he nipped upstairs for Deb�s camera (he didn�t
own one; he just used his phone for essential work pictures) and
strolled out of the main entrance and across the road to sit on the low
wall that overlooked the pebbly beach. He sat facing the hotel in a
place where he had a view though the deliveries entrance and up the side
of the building. He couldn�t see right round the back but after a few
minutes had passed with no activity it seemed that the coast was most
likely clear. With the exaggerated and highly noticeable nonchalance
that only mischievous drunks ever affect he sidled up the delivery road
to the back corner of the building. In case of apprehension he had the
camera around his neck, intending to say that he was just taking a
picture, relying on the locals� common knowledge that foreigners,
especially English ones, were all a bit mad. In fact there was no-one
about. He found himself behind the main hotel building, next to a
courtyard which obviously served as an outdoor drinking area. He was
surprised to see the courtyard, with its cheerful parasols, but then
realised that it hadn�t been visible during his earlier reconnoitre
because of a high rear retaining wall. A few more steps and then he felt
the drawing pin�s sharp point make contact with the inner conductor as
it went into the aerial cable. Sabotage! Easy! He felt on a par with a
member of the French Resistance who had just blown up a lorry-load of
Germans. A drunken giggle slipped out.
Bill