The Brick Through the Plateglass Window

I had the opportunity over the Christmas break to really put my Manurhin-licensed Walther PPK/s in .380ACP through it's paces. Those of you even remotely familiar with firearms in literature and film will no doubt recognize the Walther PPK as the original pistol issued to James Bond, 007 of MI6 fame, in the Ian Fleming book/movie "Dr. No" by the armorer, Major Boothroyd, better known as Q. The PPK hits like "a brick through a plateglass window". Fleming couldn't have said it better.

During the shooting session out at the ranch I showed my 2nd Dad, Richard, a seasoned gun collector in his own right who wasn't familiar with the PPK, just how different the iconic weapon is from it's literary and celluloid perception established by Ian Fleming and the Eon Productions. One session on a range though, and you will quickly establish that the PPK of Fleming fame, a wise choice for the 1958 novel and 1963 film, has its limits.

In the films in particular, James Bond is capable of one-handed flawless execution at ridiculous distances with a seemingly never-ending amount of spare magazines. If you watch the films, you'll see each of the 7 actors who have played James Bond has a different grip. In my opinion, Lazenby and Connery use the most convincing grip. This is no doubt legacy from their military service. Connery had served in the Royal Navy and Lazenby served in the Australian SAS, an outstanding commando unit. I think Brosnan and Moore displayed the worst grips throughout. I don't know what to attribute that to because Moore served his national service in the Royal Arms Service Corp? Anyway, I can site specific examples of both actors limp-wristing, trigger pulling, and using that feeble 'left hand under wrist' support move that does nothing for practical targeting and would send a stray bullet flying dangerously more erratically than intended.

Some of the drawbacks of a PPK:

It has a very long and tight trigger.

It's not an easy pistol to get a good solid grip around.

It has a tendency to 'bite' the webbing of the hand.

It's a small caliber vs. more formidable 9mm sub-compact offerings.

Sights are minimal

Limited rate of fire, 7 rounds, with magazine changes feeble at best.

In its favor, the PPK does offer many benefits:

Size is perfect, concealment is effortless.

Very lightweight.

Caliber to pistol size ratio is good mating a heavy .380ACP to this small frame.

Fixed barrel makes it extremely accurate even out to 20 yards.

Aftermarket grips and the Hogue 'Hand-all' rubber grip enhancement make it easier to grip.

Extremely tough and proven design that has been in service and production since 1929.

So, during this shooting session I set out to show Richard just what the PPK is capable of. I have to say that the PPK impressed me at distances I believed were too far away (20-35 yards). We were both hitting 8 and 9-rings on the target. This is probably attributed to the fixed barrel and strong .380ACP ammunition.

The magazine release button is perfect but the magazines are tight and don't drop with ease to aid in reloading. Richard found it really small in his hands. I had to warn him about 'slide bite' several times.

The 2-handed grip and Weaver stance seemed to work best for target shooting. Target acquisition was good despite being small sites. Once we mastered the DA/SA trigger system it was pretty easy to stay on target. DA/SA means double action/single action which translates to the mechanism that will cock and release the hammer when the hammer is in the down position but on each subsequent shot, the trigger will function as a single action (hammer already back).

We both fired the PPK one-handed for the Hollywood effect and found the PPK to be a very good one-hand shooting weapon! It's easy to see now how Connery could effect many one-hand draw/shoot scenarios with accuracy because the size of the PPK is perfect for it (WITH PRACTICE!).

Once you've identified its faults and embraced its advantages, the PPK is an interesting and exciting weapon system with plenty well-deserved merit. It's interesting to note, however, that Bond was presented with 2 choices to replace his Beretta M71 in .22 calber in "Dr. No". The Smith & Wesson Centennial .38 Special revolver with its internal hammer and heavier caliber was the other competitor to the PPK. It was actually a solid choice proposed by Fleming but apparently 007 favored the Walther, presumably because the CIA was carrying the Walther PPK and PP (examples procured from leftover WWII caches and allocated to the Agency for many years). Just think, had James Bond chosen differently, the immortal weapon could have been an American Smith & Wesson revolver?!?!

Perish the thought.

Janitor PTE LTD

I've been wanting to blog about the worker bees here in Singapore for a while. Wanting is pretty descriptive because I also mean that I've wanted to write about them and give that writing the honor, pride, and justice it deserves. I've wanted to construct this with a minimum of my usual sarcasm and rapier wit so I could seriously concentrate on the praise and respect factor.

Without sounding like I'm a Billy Bragg pro-Socialist, because I am defiantly not, I do have to say that SG is definitely a place where there is honor in seemingly menial labor and there is a lot of cheap labor to go around. Most labor comes from India or Pakistan and they are largely unsophisticated folks from simple means but with the undeniable trait of ambition and adventure that replaces complacency.

If I had the daunting task of becoming part of the labor force then I would want to do it in Singapore. Despite high prices (even for Asians) and expensive tastes, there is nationwide respect for the lady behind the counter, the guy clearing your table at KFC, the old cobbler with a portable store on the corner, and the senior citizen volunteering at the airport (I grandfathered him into this blog since he's a grandfather).

Laborers usually have their home totally subsidized by the government so they can count on not having to pay out that part of their monthly nut. In addition there are plenty of government subsidies available that make the island liveable. The downside is that few rise beyond labor BECAUSE they're nut is covered and there's little incentive beyond entrepreneurialship to achieve more.

The guy clearing my table at KFC still sticks in my mind with the utmost respect. He was an older gent from either Pakistan or India. He walked with kind of a shuffle, seemingly from a birth defect, old age, or a past injury. It was noticeable but once you saw the smile on his friendly face and the pride he took in his work nothing else registered. He was happy, courteous, and noble despite easily contrived outward appearances. I noticed his shoes. They were black but heavily worn and only slightly wrapped around his feet. They looked so small and uncomfortable. I could only imagine that he got them hand-me-down from another worker who had upgraded.

But these were his shoes and they completed his uniform perfectly and I saw his pride. I almost wanted to take every Singaporean Dollar in my pocket and go buy him the best shoes I could find but I knew that would be a moot gesture. His pride would not let me intervene and I totally understand. All I could do was choke back tears, of joy NOT pity. Joy in him revelling in his job. It was a compelling and moving scene and it will always stick in my mind to acknowledge that level of pride, praise menial labor and keep my ass in check at the same time.

There's a Jimmy Buffett song that called "It's My Job" that really says it best...

In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb

I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed

A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step

It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept

He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes a day for me."

FYI: PTE LTE is the equivalent of ", Inc." in the US, as in Blackwater, Inc. You see PTE LTD written after everything from Han's Delightful Chicken Stall No. 5 PTE LTD to Orchard Towers PTE LTD. I thought it was wholly appropriate the other day when I say a facilities guy in my office wearing a JANITOR PTE LTD.

JANITOR PTE LTED expressed so perfectly the pride in profession and I applaud that.

Praise to Jim Ignatowski!

I knew I was back in Singapore when I hopped into the cab. I greeted him in Chinese to throw him off and to leave him with the impression that I spoke some modicum of Mandarin. I then told him EXACTLY how to get to Raffles Deli from my flat (street by street, no jams!).

As soon as we got within eyeshot of Raffles he immediately has "amnASIA" and proceeds to head the other way. I jumped his shit so fast he didn't know what hit him. My Texas Cannonball was out of the barrell and rocketing towards the Great Wall of China! I barked the directions again and told him to listen to his customer! He was huffing and puffing at the traffic light once I got him back on track but fuck him. It's MY ride and I'm driving no matter WHO is at the wheel!



Singapore Cab Ride 101:

You never ever never ever HAVE to tip them. I only tip them when they do an outstanding job.

70% of cabbies in Singapore are Chinese so leveraging their language, no matter how non-Asian you will sound, is empowering. 20% are Arabic and most are very service oriented, moreso than Asians. The rest are usually Indian, and other than the body odor, fairly amicable.

It's important to note that I give every cabbie equal opportunity to comply with my uber-sense of direction. I have a degree in Geography and 99% of the time I'm a human compass. More often then not I've got a photographically recorded mental picture of the map in my head and there's just no arguing with me.

I do start out with standard greetings in either English or Chinese. I address the older fellows respectfully as 'Uncle'. Int turn, I expect a good cabbie to call me 'Boss' out of mutual respect.

The younger cabbies are more aggressive and will get you there faster. They want to get you there fast! They know if they make good time, throw in a little conversation (or shut the hell up), and show you that they're working then there is the high likelihood of a tip. I think older cabbies aren't used to a tip so they're not going to even try for it. Complacency doesn't reward the dinosaurs.

And if you let them, they will run you straight into a traffic jam! I'm not kidding, this erks me more than anything. They will just drive straight into a traffic jam and wait...no lane changing...no lets get my customer out of this...no lets duck down a side street and backtrack...they just do the "do-te-do-te-do' [channelling Goofy from Disney], ooops, there's a traffic jam, guess we'll just sit here and run up a tab" thing. That's when you have to step in immediately and take control!!



There endeth the lesson, but not the stories so stay tuned!





It's funny, if I ever show up to meet The Man From Snowy River and I don't have my customary 'Cab Story' ready for John then he usually asks checks to see what Pod People have stolen my carcass. He just expects me to have tangoed with them on the way and John knows that when it comes to cabbies...I LEAD! =)