Mr. Martin Brunt is a superb journalist. He has done a terrific job, while in Praia da Luz. Even if he had to work without two of the most important tools of his job - “cappuccinos” and friendly cops willing to give confidenctial information to journalists. We, in Portugal, prefer what we call “bica”, that strong coffee in a small cup. Mr. Martin “I don't know but I suspect” Brunt complained a lot, in his blog at Sky News site, because of his lack of sources, in Portugal: “"Sky sources' are a bit thin on the ground here in the Algarve. There's no sidling up to a friendly cop for a quick natter away from the cameras. No slipping off for a cappuccino and an off-the-record chat...or 'guidance' as we call it. So I really don't know if the police have any real idea what happened to Madeleine McCann. I suspect they don't."
Yes, “lad”. You see, you were not in your turf. Years ago, in Macao, I met a British pimp and drug trafficker (let's call him “Jo”) a high ranking guy, just by accident. We met several times, later (at night..) and we got what we can call a friendly relationship born from a casual contact. Once, he was at a nightclub with some “clients”, seven young British expatriates living in Hong Kong. Those guys were really drunk and, within five minutes, they started a fight with a Chinese boy. “Jo” tried to calm down the things but he couldn't. So, he just took his glass, left the table and came to the bar, where I was. From there, we saw around 15 Chinese beating those seven British expatriates. And what a beating it was!
I asked “Jo” why he left the table. Never forget his answer: “Man, those are my clients, not my friends. I gave them an advice, and I only do it once.” Then, he told me: “I'll teach you three rulles to survive, anywhere: never get high on your own supply, never gave it before the money is your pocket and never start a fight if you are not in your turf – unless you have to defend yourself."
So, Mr. Martin “I don't know but I suspect” Brunt found himself out of his turf. And he broke all of those wise rulles: he got high on his own supply or arrogance, speculate a little bit, instead of giving news properly checked and started a fight outside his turf - insulting most Portuguese journalists - without being attacked.
Poor Mr. Martin “I don't know but I suspect” Brunt missed his sources in the British Police and the cappuccinos they have, together, exchanging informations about ongoing investigations. Wait! Did I understand well? Mr. Martin “I don't know but I suspect” Brunt get tips and news from off-the-record chats with friendly cops?
God! I thought British Police, unlike Portuguese Police, had the habit of giving daily Press Conferences, where they explained every step of every ongoing crime investigation, including names, addresses, phone numbers of potential suspects, a timetable of house searches and arrests planned for next day, and so on.. Could it be that British Police works in a very similar way to “The Secret Portuguese Police”? I really don't know but I suspect they do…
UPDATE, July 2 (18h51) - Mr. Martin Brunt wrote that "the rest of the stuff (news published by Portuguese Press) is best described as 'colhoes'. In neighbouring Spain that would be 'cojones". This is one the most obscene words in Portuguese language, used to mention "testicles". And no, this word, in Portuguese, doesn't have the same as meaning as "bollocks". The right spelling is "colhões"...