Didn't we have a loverly time the day we went to Calais
Mood:  lazy
Well back from my little trip to France. Ok I told you it was a booze cruise, but really I was helping the French Government try and solve their problems with those lazy workshy students of theirs. I advised them to use plenty of teargas, a few baton charges and if they really wanted to get the message home a few rounds from an Uzi wouldn't go amiss.
Anyway it didn't all go to plan, I got stopped trying to get behind the controls of the train, only my highly secretive ID card with the Star of David on it stopped me being nicked. I ended up with Benny and his Trabant with all the other members of the great unwashed.
Got to the hypermarket at Calais for my top secret rendezvous with some guys from the French Intelligence service - Force Regionalle Operation Grande or FROG - whilst stocking up on booze we discussed lots of things which I can't go into here. After 10 minutes we were done and I could go wild in the aisles as Dale Winton used to say. Found a very nice line in black gear which being french is much trendier than the normal stuff - Mossad by Calvin Klein, can you believe that?
Unadventurous journey back apart from a knocking noise underneath the car which we later discovered to be a couple of Iraquis trying to sneak into Britain, a couple of Mossad death grips dealt with them.
So did we get what we wanted? Well I'm ok for fags for a couple of weeks, and Benny managed to get a six pack of Stella on the back seat so it was well worth it.
Back to work tomorrow, I can't wait. In the meantime I'm gonna relax and watch those 'Highway to Heaven' DVD's I borrowed. Looking forward to seeing some mad muslims go to meet their maker.
Shalom