Pru heard some noise rising from the floors below and she rubbed her eyes, looked at the clock, and realised she had overslept for the first time in years. “Crikey! It’s nearly midday!” She was amazed. The neat, 5th floor room had previously been home to the housekeeper and had some lovely homely features like a gas fire, an en suite bathroom, a chrome Cafetiére and delicate Chinese bone china crockery. It had a large bookcase loaded to the ceiling with some very tempting book titles like ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ and ‘Dr Zhivago’.
Pru resisted the temptation to grab a coffee and a romantic book; to snuggle back into her cosy bed and spend the day reading. Instead, she showered and dressed herself in an oversized sweater with leggings. She quickly brushed her hair into a knot secured with a chopstick. “That’ll do!” she decided and galloped down the several flights of stairs to the ground floor.
“Ah Pru!” Greeted Olympia, peering over the upper rim of her reading glasses. She was set up like an executive, framed by the beautiful bay window full of tiny white lights which assisted the dim daylight from London’s typical grey skies. “What have you got me booked into for week beginning 12th Jan?”
Pru found her handbag and dug out her diary full of pencilled engagements. She began to read them out and Olympia stopped her. “Cancel everything and get me an invitation to speak at the WEF in Davos!” She ordered and resumed reading her screen. Pru was stunned. “Speak?” she spluttered, “About what?” and she inwardly dreaded the reply. Diamond, Frank and Khan all stopped their pseudo-speakeasy card game and froze, waiting for Olympia to explain.
Olympia sat back in her chair twiddling a silver Parker pen. “Well, let’s suggest, for example, that I, an investor and famous social media personality, wish to heavily endorse carbon taxes and the transition to Carbon Zero.” and she peered at the others over the tiny gold framed reading glasses, which were suspended almost on the end of her nose.
Everyone gasped.
At that moment, Dave came into the room with his loaded toolbelt swinging from his hip and a screwdriver in his hand. “What’s up?” he queried, upon noticing that everyone was silent and in a state of suspended animation. Frank got up and plundered his dispensary for tobacco, cigarette papers and some nice cannabis resin he had acquired in Morocco. He began to skin up, ponderously. “Olympia, how much public speaking have you done before?” he asked sincerely.
“Oh…. none. But….. how hard can it be?” Smiled Olympia, swatting any thought of failure away with her usual wall-to-wall self confidence. “I already have the bones of my speech screaming around in my noggin here! I have a fortnight in which to perfect it.” Olympia turned to Pru and suggested “I think my stockbroker could probably help you decide which corporate lackeys to approach…..” and, with that, she returned to studying the World Economic Forum’s incredibly boring website.
Khan broke the silence. “Right.” he said. “Let me get this straight. You are planning to roll up to Davos and give the big boys your two cent’s worth - about CLIMATE CHANGE?”
“Oh, good grief! No!…..” laughed Olympia. “But there is no harm in letting them THINK that is what I want to do, is there?” and she glittered madly at her friends. “Pru, I will want FULL paparazzi attention for this one - the works!” and Pru scribbled frantically into her diary, but sensed that there might be a lot more to this idea than was evident on the surface. She kept her silence, as did everyone else. Olympia was concentrating on her research and hardly noticed the impact she had on the room.
Diamond shrugged at Frank and Khan as they resumed their game. She, above all the others, knew for sure that there would be little point in pressing Olympia for more details until all the ‘I’s were dotted and all the ‘T’s crossed.
Dave was messing about with the sound system. He thought he would be very clever and add some appropriate musical backdrop to the occasion:
Meanwhile, in Golders Green, Dimitri Olenski was under pressure to deliver on his assignment. He had been expected to return the Duhdashian fortune to the motherland by the end of 2022 and had failed. Further back channel funding from Moscow depended upon his success. He did not want to find himself at the mercy of the British intelligence community and on the run like the Skripals. He shuddered at the thought and poured himself a fresh brandy. The Duhdashian heiresses were such a pair of vacuous floozies, according to their Instagram accounts, that Olenski had mistakenly presumed his Dribbly Dick, porn promoter status would impress them. Their mother had been a pushover. Literally.
But these girls were a whole different generation, which he realised was beyond his comprehension. They did not appear to be financially astute, but their advisors certainly were and investing in anything Russian had been ruled out by international sanctions since March 2022. Olenski was working on a new plan using a sham charity ‘combatting’ sex trafficking rackets in Ukraine.
Everyone’s doing it.
How hard can it be? 🤔
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Episode 17 -https://francesleader.substack.com/p/diamonds-are-occasionally-dim
Climate Change Lies..... by David Icke:
https://theinfowar.tv/watch?id=63b711d04c205b0d90411f21