Wow! I never knew that!
I learnt today that the Government's top secret, emergency response task force, codenamed "Cobra", takes its name from where it meets......Cabinet Office Briefing Room A.
That's a bit of a disappointment, really. I thought the name Cobra had been deliberately chosen to reflect the sleek, deadliness of its members who were all, I assumed, mysterious and determined operatives, each known only by a letter of the alphabet, who wore white dinner jackets and bow ties and were able to strike anywhere, silently and with lethal precision.
My disappointment was compounded when I also learnt that Cobra met last night and was chaired by........................Hilary Benn!! Not only is he no James Bond, his name is not one to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. He sounds more like an extra from Balamory!
The element of happenstance behind the naming of Cobra made Pither wonder how credible and dashing this elite force would sound if it met somewhere else.
Would it carry the same gravitas if it met in the "Cabinet Office Briefing, Liaison and Emergency Reaction Suite"?
Would the choice of "The War And Terrorism Suite" send out the wrong signal?
How about the "Strategic Planning Emergency Wing".........................................................................................................
or the "General Operations and
National Action Departmental Snug"?
It would be even worse if we didn't have people obsessed with acronyms in Whitehall. I mean, how inspiring would it be to learn that the floods which have hit the nation had prompted a meeting of the "Gordon's Back Bedroom" group, the "Gents' Lavvies" council or the "Meeting-Room-C-But-Brenda-From-The-Cabinet-Keep-Fit-Class-Needs-It-In-The-Afternoons" task force?
Just a thought. Sorry I mentioned it.
6 comments:
You seem to be devoid of comments just now, so I thought I would take your side. Hillary Benn does not scare me. Even if he is a cobra. Bollocks to them all.
In all honesty, I don't write to attract comments (which is lucky!). It's just that someone has got to rage until the dying of the light and, seeing as everyone else seems to spend their time polishing their Ford Mondeos, nipping up to the garden centre and going on wanky holidays to Greece because they think it makes them cultural, it looks as if it's down to me and you.
See you down the garden centre in your volvo, via agreek isle then.
"agreek"? I hardly think The Wardrobe, being 22 years old, having 187,000 miles on the clock and working only sporadically, qualifies me for the Suburban Richer-Than-Yow Club!
What is this thing people have against Volvos, anyway? The products of a fine, Socialist country!
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Those who can, drive old Volvos...
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