The Pratts behind start waxing lyrical about cyber this and cyber that... One of them, a transatlantic cyberplum, starts expounding his theory about 'security' and waxes the most lyrical bullshit you ever did hear... Now, just having read half a book on social engineering and spent a few days in the company of somebody that knows their stuff I can see the gaps in his theory...
I start chuckling and the girl opposite leans in and says, 'Christ, what a massively boring cock'. bit surprised by such a bold opening conversational gambit, but I reply 'yes, that's nicely encapsulated my thoughts' bloke across from me joins in agreeing...
Well we gassed the rest of the journey, he went to school in Ipswich and lived nr bsg, and she lives in the block of flats next to where k used to. There is another dude there who works in the boatyard that matey overlooks in his hamble pad...
Weird old world.
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