OLYMPIC SECRET SEX PARTY HOTEL STORMONT BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND

The Stormont Hotel Secret Sex Party when discovered described themselves as a " cross party of civil libertarian alternative to sectarian politics in British Occupied Ireland." A veteran campaigner on issues such as increased censorship, un-equality and more discrimination described it as a meeting for Irish political boss massages with prostate problems. Two of Occupied Ireland's largest British political parties both the Democratic Unionist Party and Sinn Fein instructed a former Olympic Gold medal winner to organize an orgy with hostesses and prostitutes for its VIP Politicians at Stormont Castle.

An investigator revealed that a certain young lady's love of water and her abilities both in and out of Olympic swimming pool attracted the attention of the organizers as someone with the ability to organize and orgy. She won several swimming medals and swims up to 40 kms a week. She also loves to play with British politician in the bath. She has shelled out over a quarter of a million Euros of taxpayer’s money on the orgy. ‘"Most of my fan base VIP British politicians and a few old rocker’s  who would be recreational drug users so what ?

A leading dissident has that both, "the DUP and Sinn Fein are political parties with policies that send their young supporters to jail for using the same substances they use at their orgies at Hotel Sormont". The spokesperson said. “This is unconscionable and an utter betrayel of the values of many of the people who put them where they are today. I call on all of of these politicians to repudiate their party’s drug policies and adopt a harm minimisation drug policy that is enlightened and works so well in countries like the Netherlands".

Women were paid to have sex with Lord Muck of Londonderry and the prime minister of British Occupied Ireland dressed up in nursing and PSNI/RUC police uniforms who performed stripteases initially at the the orgy.Then some women put on a 'lesbian' show who were later joined by an intoxicated leading Sinn Fein woman and later still by a wife of a Unionist VIP. A born again who attended said, "There was plenty of alcohol and 18 prostitutes there, I had no idea it would turn out like that and these organizers assumed because of my past that I would voluntarily participate. I was forced to engage in oral sex by Lord Muck and my lawyers will pursue the matter"

"Another prostitute said that like orgies in England, the women had colour-coded arm-bands, apparently there was mix up but then there is nothing so pure as a born again whore, so you never know. One colour armband was for regular hostesses while the other was for prostitutes and white ribbon prostitutes reserved for top VIP politicians  from the DUP and Sinn Fein only." The former olympic gold medalis is named as a recruiter of the women.

According to a transcript of a  telephone tap in the file of a leading investigator a leading Loyalist is heard saying: "Lily was there with her breast out kissing the Prime Minister and Lord Muck continuously. The whole place was turned into real whorehouse. All the women were given gold Olympic rings and Queen's jubilee necklaces." In a  600 pages of filed documents, it is stated that some women constantly played and stroked themselves up and down Lord Mucks face while others sat on the faces of leading loyalist politicians wives and allowed themselves to be touched by both orangemen and Sinn Feiners behaving  both provocatively and vulgarly. The file goes on to describe how there were wardrobes with varying school uniforms of Kincora boys home and convents in Derry which the women put on to carry on stripteasing while belly dancing seductively, mostly naked and in a general lesbian style.

London 2012 : SLUTTISH OLYMPIC INTERNATIONAL PSYCHOPATHS

Dirty London in The Pouring Rain - Pogues

I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
I could f_ck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I?d drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won?t go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I?d raise a loud cheer
And I?d toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I?d shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn?t give you me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn?t give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here

I met her in the Irish club in London when I was squatting in Algernon Road, a house drom where the Guilford bombers were lifted. I was an angry young man at that time, because like every dog on the street, I knew those Irish lads and English girl were innocent and they were serving something like 6 life sentences each, for something they had no idea about. I used to go up to the Irish club in Quex Road most weekends for s few drinks, a few dances and a ride.

She was a good looking blonde right enough, great body, long legs and in good shape. I think her name might have been Caroline or something like that. She knew my game right enough, I was dressed rough as hell and direct. We had a few dances and drinks and it was obvious from her dancing, she was up for it and as horny as phuck. It became clear she was sex starved with her soldier husband serving overseas.

As we stumpled our merry way back to my squat I asked her a few of the usual questions and she was straight forward enough. She told me she was married and her husband was a British soldier serving in British Occupied Ireland. That made more than my ears prick up and she was surprisingly careless with her talk bearing in mind she was with an Irishman at the height of their war on the Irish people.


By the time we got to my cot I certainly was up for it now. I had a rage and a anger in me about the British occupation of Ireland and she was going to get a right seeing to. Having said that, she was just as game as I was. Normally I go down on most bitches but under these circumstances no way, she was going down and it was clear as she sucked on my duidin, that she was already dripping anyway.


At that time, I could be quite gentle normally but on this occasion that was gone out the window. I called her a dirty rotten London whore just for starters as an entre. I will not fill you in on the rest because this is a family blog. The torrent of abuse and filth talk I threw her way didn't seem to bother her, in fact, if anything she sucked away with even more gusto and her pussy continued to drip every time I stick my finger up her pussy. She moved her attention to my anus which she thoroughly licked out and being my first experience with rimming was certainly exciting, Eventually I had to pull her away from it.

You can imagine by the time I got round to ramming my hard-on up her count, I did so with a vengeance. Now I'm not noted for being good looking as I have a rather large nose but I do have some corresponding features down below to compensate and she got a jack hammer full. She screamed at a pitch I thought would be heard in Scotland Yard but I was too far gone to give a phuck.

Fortunately at the time the newly feminist Cosmopolitan was giving lessons on how to control ejaculation and I had been a good pupil. I'm not the sort of a phecker who can come several times a session like these greedy bitches so it became a sort of art form. Not easy under these circumstances but I manged to ram it all night and she lapped it up like a slut. Her poor ould husband in Occupied ireland being the furthest thing from her mind.

She left in the morning rather abruptly as sometime during the night she started bleeding heavily. My ego would like to think it was from the action but like a lot of sluts she probably got extra horny leading up to her period. Either way my sheet was covered in blood and she just left without a word the dirty, filthy, bitch


Now all of this reminds me of the filth and dirt of the current whore of the Olympic games of London 2012.
Britain’s Home Office has made an appeal for contingency plans for a deadly radioactive or “dirty bomb” attack on the London 2012 Olympic Games.As British governments fears of a radioactive attack at London  2012 Olympic Games, a rapid reaction force has been ordered to deal with a “mass casualty incident.”
The force is drawn from the Army, Navy, and the Royal Air Force in addition to the 8,000 soldiers who will police the Olympic Games
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Then there is dirty Dow Chemical  who claim not liable for the Bhopal gas leak, one of the world's worst industrial disasters. Farah Edwards-Khan whose aunt died in the disaster, said thousands of lives were "completely destroyed, there are a number of cancers, growth, deformities and gynaecological problems around the perimeter of the factory, which have still not been cleaned up.You can scoop up mercury with your hands. How can Lord Coe turn a blind eye?"

There is also Rio Tinto producing the Olympic medals at Kennecott Utah Copper mine in Salt Lake City, where local residents claim it is responsible for one-third of air pollution there. Cherise Udell of Utah Moms for Clean Air, said: "It causes permanent lung damage in our children. It is ironic that the company awarding the medals is responsible for limiting their athletic ability." Counter Olympics Network has said it would block Olympic lanes and hack sponsor websites.



One of Britain's principal filthy rotten scoundrels is BP or British Petroleum which as almost single handed wiped out the environment of the USA destroying it from Alaska to Florida with with oil spils,burst peipes, explosions all the result of arrogant disdain for  the American environment. The British oil company, is still unsuitable to be a major Games sponsor with  its involvement in extracting Canadian tar sands and its development of giant oil fields in the Russian Arctic.

"BP's business model involves continuing to extract fossil fuels long into the future, playing a central role in ushering in irreversible climate change. In other words, it is one of the least sustainable companies on earth. In virtually every element of BP's involvement in London 2012 there is cause for alarm as to how it got Locog's blessing and slipped past the commission's watchful eye".says a letter with signatories that  include Greenpeace UK, London mayoral candidate Jenny Jones, the director of the Chartered Institution of Water and Environmental Management, the World Development Movement, the Polaris Institute, Climate Rush and the UK Tar Sands Network.Other activists have also voiced protest over corporate sponsor worldwide partners McDonald's.

But by far the most rotten and corrupt partner of the Olympic Games is the human rights abuse the British government who have broken the peace agreement in British Occupied Ireland and re-introduced internment without trial which last time lit the powder keg to 40 years of war on the Irish. Internment without trial is accompanied by torture and solitary confinement for some like Marian Price who is currently in extreme pain and disorientation as result of British torture. Britain who have already been found guilty of torture of Irish political prisoners again have broken a subsequent promise to end it practices around sensory deprivation. They have also broken the terms of the GFA agreement with their brutal treatment and internment of political prisoners.

The British continue to censor details of their ongoing ethnic cleansing and genocide. The British in fact have murdered more innocent Irish people in their engineered holocaust in Ireland, than Hitler gassed in his concentration camps. Even Churchill referred to internment as obnoxious, even in wartime. It is an act of blatant war on the defenceless Irish people in British Occupied Ireland which naturally breeds Irish resistance.


The following is an incomplete list of countries invaded by the barbarian British on orders from London. When the British wonder where the people who may nuke or plant a dirty bomb at the 2012 Olympics in London they have to look through the billions of worldwide citizens whose relatives were butchered by the savage invading British on orders from London. When their empire started to crumble, they taught their dark arts of divide and conquer to their existing W.A.S.P. partners and continue genocide in the millions today in places like Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Libya, Syria and Iran in the not too distant future.

Ireland was Britain's first colony, which has struggled for freedom from its radioactive neighbour for 800 years. Ireland continues to be its training ground for population control and laboratory for such equipment, marketed with video footage of their brutality in action. The interned Marian Price is currently at the cutting edge of their latest techniques in the general internment of union leaders, human, rights activists or anyone involved in progressive human evolution and liberation.

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► Thirteen Colonies‎ (5 C, 21 P)
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► West Indies Federation‎ (18 P)
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John Bullscutter Olympics London 2012

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One rule of thumb with phucking and fighting is, crazy can overcome skill and phucking numbers, because, while a trained fighter may enjoy fighting another trained fighter, no one but no one really wants to wrestle with a crazy phucker. Crazy phuckers fighting and phucking don't know when they are winning or when they are bet. Crazy don't know when to give up and stop fighting or phucking. If you can't pull off crazy, for example, when you're in a Keizer love fest in a room with with six bi-women, stupid may be a decent substitute for crazy.

So what about this Keiser phucker in the video above, sounds real to me or is he just another crazy phucker, I don't know but I would mind meeting that co-host, intelligent, sexy Stacy. She reminds me of Panjit.  I remember it was back in July 1998. It was my first day in Phuket and I was sipping jasmine-tea on a veranda, as I stared at the early morning mist on the hill across from the hotel.


Just in front of me some tourists were getting off their bus and one had an Asian face. I took a good look, dialled and waited for her mobile phone to ring. She reached for her mobile in her bag and answered my call. ”I’m here at Hotel Bangtao, where are you?” Her voice in English was the same as what I heard from her mobile.”Not very far, look to your right,” I answered. She turned to where I was sitting and waved her hand.


”Welcome to Phuket ! I’m your tour guide,” Panjit gave her hand. “You’re much younger than I expected,” said Panjit in a very friendly way. I was expecting some kind of old age man,” she joked with a lingering look.
We had coffee in the restaurant. Later we rode a motorbike, I rented to enjoy a ceremony on the the sand at Layan beach. When we split, she told me later, she would return to the hotel in the morning. I looked at Panjit’s eyes and at her cute facial features and her fresh lips.

”Are all Thai female tour guides as cute as you are?”  I said.

”Are all Irish males as straight forward as you are?” said Panjit with a welcome eye movement.

Immediately we were attracted to each other, with love bits growing once we realized we were both unattached. Next day was a bustling day among foreign tourists in Phuket Town and local markets. The local monks looked busy, caring for people who came before them with their offerings. Smoke from their burning aromathic incense was scenting a fresh evening sea breeze. Later we walked the bridge from  Phuket island to the mainland. Once upon a time..,” PanjiT started, ”there was a young couple, a husband and wife whom their parents did not approve their marriage, because the husband was poor and as result were ostracized, which made their life together impossible. Panjit……,” I pushed her face close to mine as I had pulled her closer from the cool night air. I put my finger on Panjit's lips.

”Ssh! Don't tell me now, I want to listen to the whole story later from you”

Panjit was upset.

”You know what makes you wonderful tonight?” I asked

”What?”

”The complete moon on your sweet Thai smile.” Panjit smiled but it was interrupted as my lips landed on hers spontaneously. She did not resist. The pale light of the moon and the breeze made us intimately attached to each other.


The horizons of the east, are a  collection of fascinating colours at dawn for me. Panjit leaned against  me as we both stared at a Phuket sunrise, with the wide spread of sand and sea, behind us. Later we climbed on our bike, as we made our way from Phuket Town towards Patong. As we climbed a very steep hill on our approach, we both noticed, there was considerable soil movement and landslides.I dropped a few gears and kicked in some juice to try take us away from the landslide on the hill.


Next thing I knew was that local people and monks stood together trying to prevent me from sliding down over 300 meters to recover Panjit's body. ”Panjit!” I shouted in panic but she was still rolling down fast. Tourists standing at the top of the road could see her poor body bump over and over against the steep and rocky hillside. As I tried to make my way down for Panjit, I was firmly held by other worried tourists. It was too dangerous as I burst into tears, I broke the crowd and found my way down. ”Panjit!” I shouted hysterically.


 The accident attracted a lot of attention. Some people searched for Panjit in a safe way. I was eventually asked to stay and wait at the foot of the hill. I was desperate and I just couldn't believe Panjit had disappeared like that. After the crowds were scattered and gone for what seemed hours, there was no news as I was left alone at the foot of the hill, devastated. ”Hey are you looking for me?” I was shocked and surprised by a voice from behind me. I turned around. Panjit was there on top of a mount of clay and stones. I stared in disbelief!.


”Panjit!” I hugged her in sheer relief. ”Are you alright? How can you be here without serious injury?." I examined her body, she had no serious injury besides a few scratches on her arm face but she had a strange aura about her which I thought was the result of shock from the fall. The motor bike was write off at the foot of the hill. ”I was fell down, banging along the rough surface down. Fortunately l landed safely over her there, and I made my way safely down to you.” said Panjit oblivious to the lethal nature of the fall.


”People are looking for you everywhere, trying to rescue you,” I said.


”They may have taken the wrong way,” said Panjit ”Why don’t we just get back to the hotel? I need treatment for scratches and to clean up, let's get a tuk tuk.”


When we got off the tuk tuk at the hotel, I had to help Panjit, as she could not walk properly.


”Let's get a doctor. We should go straight to a hospital,” I urged.


”I’m ok just a little shocked, help me wash up,” said Panjit.


I took off all Panjit’s clothes at her request in my hotel room, not a bruise, cut or any wound, which seemed a miracle to me. I could not stop and wonder how fortunate Panjit was and how she could have ended up with a broken neck with severe cuts. I showered her gently with warm water and towel dried her. I could not but admire her perfect beauty without clothes on her skin. She ws stunning, I could not take my eyes off her.

”Now make it fair,” said Panjit. ”You stand in front of me with nothing on.”

I did not refuse. I slowly removed everything I was wearing. Panjit held me tightly in her arms and led me my bed. We melted into each other with Panjit on top, in a gentle, slow, rhythm of love. A lusty day and night of lovemaking belonged entirely with us in a world of our own. Just before we slept, I asked her to finish her story of Phuket's bridge to theThai mainland. She told me that the newly married Thai young lovers, bound their hands together with cord and jumped from the bridge into the ocean far below, so that they would never be parted.


I opened my eyes in the morning. I reached for my watch, it was twelve noon. Panjit was not beside me. I pushed the cover away and tried to find Panjit in the hotel suite. She was not there. I got dressed and looked around. Panjit was not there, I asked the reception and asked everyone if they had seen Panjit. Eventually I was told that she had checked-out an hour ago and took a bus to the airport. I settled the bills and as I did so, staff handed me a piece of paper, saying “I am very sorry”. It was from Panjit.

I was frozen in disbelief ! Why did she leave? I got a taxi to the airport checking all terminals and ticket records but I could find no trace of Panjit. I could find no news whatsoever of Panjit. Later I got an e-mail from Panjit. “I am sorry, my darling. I did not run away from you, I  had to go,  I will call you as soon as I can.” I did not hear another thing from Panjit. The waiting was unbearable and devastating and I could not eat. I wanted to die Then I got another message from Panjit asking me to come and see her in Bangkok.


”Welcome to Bangkok, Sir ! You come to Bangkok at a perfect time. We will be celebrating Songkran tomorrow,” said the driver from the airport to the hotel address Panjit  had given me ! I knew Songkran was a festival of spiritual cleansing by Thai Buddhists, who believe people purify each other, splashing water and getting themselves drenched. Panjit  was standing in the foyer waiting for me with a subdued smile but with an expression that could not hide her desperate longing. I gave her a very intimate hug. “ I miss you!. Chan kitteung khun!  Fuck you bitch, you left me standing there frozen in time” I said in tears!.

“I am so, so, sorry.” Panjit held me so tight.

That night I was both ecstatic and in agony, as Panjit did not give a hint of physical warmth in bed. She fell asleep, after a detached kiss. I was waiting naked all night beside Panjit, expecting the gentle, lusty love making, we had already known. It did not happen and when morning came Songkran started. The joyful, noisy and wet Songkran outside on the street, made Panjit smile just a little. People splashed water on each other no matter who they were.


”Are you ready to get soaking wet?” asked Panjit. ”I will be out in a moment” I agreed but noticed that Panjit got more and more pale, which momentarily explained why Panjit had no passion for lovemaking the night before.


”I must tell you, this Songkran will be very, very frightening for me.” said Panjit.


”Why is that? Is'n’t everybody  happy?” I said.


”Not this one,” whispered Panjit, squeezing my hand with a sad face.


Just then some people with buckets full of water splashed Panjit and I  with water. I  yelled as the cold water hit me. People happily soaked us more and more. I was very wet and I was shocked when I  turned to Panjit. Not one drop of water touched Panjit’s clothes or skin. ”How is it you are dry?”  I asked Panjit but she never answered me. She just smiled at me as her face quickly changed from pale, to a stunning aura or halo effect. Her face got brighter and brighter, I was mesmerized as the splashing water, now made her wet but the water seemed to just pass through her and the more she got splashed, the brighter and more invisible she became.


”Panjit?” I cried as I tried to touch her bright image.


”Now it’s time for me to go, my love. I died instantly at the foot of that hill, from the fall that day. They found my body but my spirit has always been with you, because I am always loving you and I will always miss you from the moment we met” she said in a very gentle, soft voice.


”Please get a bucket of water and splash me, it will make my leaving perfect.” said Panjit. Initially i refused to believe what she just said. Then with a broken heart and tears rolling down my face, I took a bucket of water and gave Panjit a splash as she wished for.  I could  see Panjit smile with the splash as she faded away until she became completely invisible.

I collapsed crying on the side of the street when eventually I was helped up. ”What is the matter with you, Sir? I watched you talking to yourself and splash water into empty space. Be happy in Songkran. Thai people believe this, when we splash to each other and help purify each other”

Since that time I have always been with detached love !

DIRTY BIG BEN OLYMPIC BOMB LONDON 2012

There is considerable confusion in central London after Big Ben, the big daddy of all grandfather clocks stopped ticking for the last time when his timing device was stolen, for use in a dirty bomb, set to go off for the Olympic of  London 2012.Big Ben has been ticking and tocking since 1834, but has now been dismantled, and as a result is now completely unreliable, according to Boris Phecker the Lord Mayor of the Greater London Council. A spokesperson for the GLC said; Big Ben was taken out of action at 7 p.m. and his timing device  installed in a dirty bomb due to go off at the Olympics in London.

Several Londoners were visibly shaken and upset, when told sad news. One Cockney at Bow Bells said I set my watch to Big Ben," he said, "and I give the missus a right seeing to, as Ben bongs, I bong. I don't know how I will do her properly now without his help. I have tried viagra but nothing else works. One Irishman has offered his services but I'm not sure as he has been dickying around a good bit in the South China Sea, but I will be forced to try his services. "

A new timing device made in Hong Kong has been snubbed by a few Alf Garnetts from the east end. After more than 150 years, Big Ben's silence is causing considerable grief among Londoners. It is also causing much anxiety, as it has been predicted that a great misfortune and catastrophe will befall London, when Ben stops bonging. The famous bell having chimed for the last time, never be heard again and being used as a timer in a dirty bomb for the Olympics, has disgusted many Londoners..

The four faces will be converted into neon signs for McDonalds after the Olympics, to be transformed into one of their leading hamburger sites. It will help with our global recession"said a McDonald's spin doctor. "You guys and the clock, will be and important part of our worldwide campaign, to tighten belts into a leaner, meaner bugger after the Olympics and banking crisis. Big Benny revenue will be huge and will go some way towards paying for Olympic advertising", she said.


Five terrorists penetrated Benny from the roof. The five abseiled up the south clock face of Big Benny at midday, camouflaged as Irish builders  all wearing green uniforms. They then transferred the timing device to a massively large dirty bomb onto a waiting boat on the the Thames. Big Benny's bell sound will be replaced by alternating versions of Rockall on the hour, every second hour, all over London, including the houses of parliament,  both palaces Buckingham and MI6 on the Thames. Eventually just one of the Rockall  versions will be used to replace Big Benny, with Boris Phecker already campaigning against the Irish version.

OLYMPIC ARMAGEDDON LONDON 2012

Internment | nuclear bomb up the Thames | target London 2012 Games | British Occupied Ireland  |  Security Minister Lord West warn | Internment | real danger | Al Qaeda  | boat to transport a 'dirty' nuclear bomb up the Thames | Internment | detonate it in the heart of London | Internment | Home Office meeting room | London Olympic stadium | a dirty bomb up the Thames | Internment | London Olympics of 2012 ! the Queen | Olympic Stadium top terrorist target on earth | MI6 | MI5 | Internment | Special Forces | Internment | Metropolitan Police's SO15 Counter-Terrorism Unit | Government departments | Stadium | Teams of sniffer dogs | Olympic site | explosives | skies above London | British Occupied Ireland  | police spotter drones | traffic. Helicopters with radiation sensors |  Internment | gamma rays | nuclear device | Internment | GCHQ surveillance centre in Cheltenham | sudden spike | communications traffic | Internment | British Occupied Ireland  |

Warning ! Warning ! | British Occupied Ireland  | Security Minister Lord West | Internment |  terrorists attack from water on the London Olympics | GCHQ supercomputer | strontium-90 | A dirty bomb | British Occupied Ireland  | the Olympic Stadium | Internment |  Russian mafia gang | strontium sold on to Al Qaeda |  strontium's radioactivity undetectable | British Occupied Ireland  | transported it to the UK | container marked Agricultural Equipment | Internment |  'Dirty bomb' | some kind of nuke | British Occupied Ireland  | Ministry of Defence | dirty bomb contains nuclear material | he toxic dust | Olympic Stadium in Stratford ! east London | taking shape | Internment |Londoners exposed to high doses of radioactive material will die ! high-explosive bomb in the Olympic Stadium | British Occupied Ireland  |  the whole thing'll be live on TV | Britain's reputation in the world 'Devastated,' | Al Qaeda the greatest propaganda triumph | Internment |


 Ministry of Defence. | British Occupied Ireland  | 'strontium's case, would emit radiation for 30 years | Internment |Olympic site...' 'Would be a write-off,city centre hit by a dirty bomb | British Occupied Ireland  | A dirty bomb in central London devastating | Politically, financially, psychologically, country never recover | Internment | Pakistani industrialist | upper-class Englishwoman | Harrow and Oxford | Al Qaeda explosives expert  | deadly strontium-90 |  C4 plastic explosive !  State-of-the-art !| British Occupied Ireland  | expert sent a coded message on his i-Phone | Internment |  a dusty white Transit van | British Occupied Ireland  |  East London | The river flows to the Thames | Internment | passes right by the Olympic Stadium |  Olympic Stadium |  Internment | glorious martyrdom | telecoms experts determining the location message | British Occupied Ireland  | bomb-disposal teams on-site at the Olympic Stadium | Internment |

dignitaries | arrive at the Olympic Stadium | Internment | sailing along the Thames| Tower Bridge | magnificent speedboat | Olympic Stadium on an island | British Occupied Ireland  |surrounded by rivers and canals | River Lee Navigation runs along one side of the stadium | Internment | canal all the way from the Olympic site to Birmingham | stadium extremely vulnerable to waterborne attack | coming a radioactive dirty bomb | rocketing past Hackney Marshes | Internment | Metropolitan Police patrol helicopter |  'This is the Metropolitan Police |  British Occupied Ireland  |Stop immediately or we will shoot | repeat: stop or we will shoot.'| Internment |


The boat kept coming | British Occupied Ireland  | a four-man SAS squad added hailstorm of hot lead | one bullet after another |  hit in the shoulder| ignored the pain | stadium |a couple of hundred metres | British Occupied Ireland  | guns kept firing | ripping into his heart | slumped forward over the controls | British Occupied Ireland  | a smile on his face | too late to stop him now |  ATO found the massive bomb | 48 seconds till detonation | British Occupied Ireland  |The show was about to begin | ATO |examined the wires and circuit boards | British Occupied Ireland  | Thirty seconds | couldn't fix it in time | Twenty seconds | ... 15... 10...| less than 200m away | another Transit van | British Occupied Ireland  | Trafalgar Square and its celebrating crowds | .. British Occupied Ireland  | picture of the olympic staduim | with the nuclear explosion | a full nuclear explosion in the Olympic stadium | involving an aircraft | British Occupied Ireland  | main Polaris base in the UK | Tom Cain  |  Daily Mail | British Occupied Ireland  |