Another day, another trolley
Mood:  chatty
Missed out yesterday, some sod had locked all the phones in the department so I couldn't call out. I had a dig around at home, found an old satellite phone underneath all my black gear, should be alright now. Luckily I know how to tap into my former employers account to make calls.
Not much going on really, been going through the files about this Dick Cheney geezer. Sounds like a tough nut to me, then again all those arabs kept telling me they were tough nuts in '67. Soon proved them wrong, and don't get me started about Ronnie and Reggie. That window cleaning bloke is really bothering me, I know I've seen that facial hair somewhere, just can't put my finger on it. There's lots of good things about my job that I want to tell you about, but I ain't got time now. One of the other guys here is spouting on about how he was in the SAS, and that's a challenge I can't refuse. More later