Now Playing: The Queen's Christmas Speech
I've decided to leave Benny alone for a few days to see if he starts to come round a bit. I know he would do anything for a few Shekels, so hopefully his dedication to his current hobby is only to ensure he wins what he describes as a very lucrative contract, otherwise I might have to put out a contract on him if you know what I mean.
Meanwhile at the hospital, life goes on. It seems that the trolley sharing scheme is proving about as popular as the Metropolitan Police in a Mosque. Most of the guys still seem to be using their regular trolley, and because now the weather's pretty good we're not getting so many stiffs to deal with, I've decided to get my one fitted with a stereo system so I can blast out music while I'm wheeling things about. I figure it'll do the patients morale the world of good if they can join in with some Barbara Streisand or Motorhead when they're going down to theatre or wherever, plus to tell the truth it'd be better than that crap they broadcast over the hospital radio network. The hospital station was doing handstands the other day as they've managed to persuade "broadcasting legend" Tony Blackburn to do an hour or so once a month. I have no idea how they managed to pull that off. Thinking back he may have actually come through here a couple of months ago, Tony did some very distinctive things with a Tennis Racket, and I thought at the time it may have been a copycat. Anyway I look forward to meeting up with him again, those wild parties with Englebert and Tom Jones are still fixed in my mind. Maybe we can bring those days back again.
Hanging around by the bins on my fag break means I get to see some sights. Today I saw an Ambulance from the Kent NHS trust roll up to the back door. Now I thought maybe he was dumping some rubbish, not uncommon for everyone to get rid of their more unsavoury stuff in the hospital bins. Instead they had what the driver called "a special case" in the back. Couldn't really make out what was going on, but I heard someone complaining that they'd have to change the sheets again on the stretcher. They hurriedly rushed whoever it was into the hospital. When he came back - I told you it was pretty quiet - I asked the driver what was going on. He just told me to sit tight, I would know soon enough. This is very intriguing, my Mossad Radar was certainly sparked into life, and I'll let you know as soon as I do.
I've ordered a case load of Pineapples for tomorrow to help me get in the swing of T&T's next game. One of the lads reckons I'm guilty of stereotyping people. I honestly don't know what he means, our African cleaners seem quite happy when I call them Kaffirs, I think it reminds them of home. If only more people made the effort to learn some different languages the world would be a happier place. Look at me fluent in about 15 of them including Chinese, although I'm not so sure the bloke in the Chinese takeaway down the road understands me, always gets my order wrong or should that be Wong.
Shalom
