Well there I was yesterday chatting happily away to some old guy in a bed when I noticed something strange. Throughout the three hours I'd been talking he hadn't made any responses at all, I normally get at least a yawn. turns out he was bloody dead! My mates had put a stiff in the bed to see how long it would take me to notice. Ain't they funny?
Well I'm planning a little break this weekend. Turns out I'm not going hunting with Dick Cheney of America. I'm boarding a private flight to North Korea, and I'm actually doing a weekends shunting with North Korean intelligence chief Dik Chay Nee. benny Slibowitz really needs to get his hearing aid checked. It's those bloody Pound shop batteries.
It's going to be nice to get away from pushing trollies around all day, but you meet some characters down the hospital. That window cleaning bloke isn't one of them though. I don't know where he's gone, the bed was empty this morning but he left behind a dirty chamois. I'm gonna keep it, you never know when you need to clean your windows. I might even send it to the lab and get some DNA samples off it. His face still bothers me.
Okay, gotta polish the train keys, shine up me hi-vi and make me way to Fairoaks airport. Now there's a place that brings back memories, I'll tell you about it one day.
Later
