I like Trucking
Mood:  loud
So I got Monday out of the way, had to go and buy a new phone for the Mossad hotline as still no sign of my previous one since that window cleaning guy did my windows. I don't know what I've missed, but the world seems reasonably quiet at the moment so there's a chance they haven't been in touch.
That crazy geezer with the Banana phobia is still up in the ward, he's driving the staff mad as Banana's are part of the staple diet up there. Personally I wouldn't give those psychos access to them. Years ago I was able to whittle one down into a very handy assault knife which I used when we stormed that plane in Entebbe. It proved ideal for prising open the door. That geezer is also demanding the right to wear a kilt so he is obviously pretty ill, who'd want to be associated with those drunkards North of Cricklewood.
Talking of Cricklewood this years tour is now definitely off, the organisers were hoping to use the wheelchair ramps at Wembley for the King of The Mountain stages after IKEA pulled out. Turns out they won't be ready in time, guess I'll have to find something else to do instead. Someone said they have a small cycle race in France I might want to do, I doubt it, the only thing France is good for is cheap fags and booze.
Ok, time to set up the new hotline to Tel Aviv. Maybe I shouldn't have it sitting under a glass cover. Do you know that's an idea they nicked off me for the Batman TV series. All these f*****g things I could sue them for, bloody yanks never could make up their own ideas.
Shalom