Good Friday
Mood:  loud
Well for most of you lazy gits, this is a day you can put your feet up, and dream of those DIY projects that the missus wants you to do, but you have no intention of doing. Not the same for me. I'm a like a cat waiting to pounce, not only am I on call for the hospital, but I'm sitting by the Mossad hotline in case Tel Aviv should call. When you're in my line of work you just can't relax for a second.
What's with all the religious crap on TV today, is it some sort special occasion. Anybody would think it was Christmas as I saw the Queen giving away money on the news last night. About time she started to spread it around a bit. She does discriminate though, looks like you have to be old and decrepit plus go to church to qualify for a hand out. What about us old Jews? I don't see her popping down the synagogue to dish out the cash. I would write to my MP, but I don't know who he is.
I've decided that because I'm high alert, as always, I can't drift too far away from the phone. So I stocked up on Bagels, and some videos for this weekend. I'm working on the lawsuit I'm going to bring against the major Hollywood studios for telling my life story without asking me. I've told you about this before, and it seems I can't flit around my Sky Digibox without seeing one of my stories on it. Last night I come across "The Long Good Friday", which while it doesn't mention Ronnie, Reggie and me by name, and the events are nothing like what we got up to, still the inference was there.
Big easter Egg hunt tomorrow at the hospital, and I'm providing security, it's pretty convenient as I'll be doing the synagogue gig first. I guess if Tel Aviv call during that time they'll have to leave a message.
Shalom