Alan sez, "Charlie Skelton, reporting for the Guardian from outside the apparent location of this year's Bilderberg Conference [ed: s33kr1t high-powered meeting of financial leaders and politicos], has been intimidated out of the area and is still being hassled on the Athens subway - series of reports and photos of the goons, who are by turns terrifying and comically incompetent."
Charlie Skelton's Bilderberg files (Thanks, Alan!)
In comes the chief. Bossios Hoggios. "What the problem?" I tell him that I am being followed by the police, and that I would like it to stop, or be told the reason. "Why you here?" he barks. I tell him I am here for the Bilderberg conference at the Astir Palace. "Well, that is the reason! That is why! We are finished!" And he washes his hands of me, dismissing me with a gesture, striding back to his office. "Idiot," I mutter, unheard.Back to the photograph.
"How you know he is a policeman?"
"I know that he is, I've seen him talking to your colleagues at the checkpoint."
"You are not allowed to take photos of policemen."
"So I am being followed by policemen?"
He gestures out of the window.
"Where is he now, this man you say following you? Show me him."
I'm standing in a police station. I don't know what to say. They tell me to ring the police if I see them again. To ring the police if I see the police following me.
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