I'm still waiting
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Thunderbirds
Well it's gone all quiet on the missing soldier front so it looks like I won't be heading for Damascus after all. What about the vibrating watch alert I hear you ask. Turns out it was some salesman trying to sell me double glazing f***ing cold callers. Probably got my name off of one of the many mailing lists I belong to. When you're as well connected as me you do tend to get your name in the most unexpected places.
Last day on the Psycho ward today, and I've been pretty impressed with how I handled that big eared bastard. The nurses and quacks don't seem too pleased about me leaving him tied up all day, but they can kiss my arse. I think he's getting away easy, if I was really serious I'd be depriving him of sleep, flaying his feet with a whip until there was no skin left on them, then pouring salt on the open wounds, all combined with an electrical thing strapped to his nuts. Mind you he seems a bit on the kinky side so he might enjoy that. Torturing people was one of my specialties when I worked for Mossad although I'm not so brutal these days. I've found that I can inflict more severe damage just by opening my mouth.
Got a phone call from someone I've haven't heard from in ages. No not Benny, but my old mate Kirk (Douglas), apparently as a Fulham season ticket holder he's entitled to a couple of seats at the World Cup final, wanted to know if I'd join him. Probably not, I think deep down Kirk wants me to repeat the stunt I pulled off in 1966, but stadium security is much tighter these days so smuggling an Israeli flag in will be tougher. I know that bloke from Ghana managed it, but he was actually playing and had it tucked into his sock, still if I'm at a loose end I may put on my jetpack and fly over to Berlin...we'll see.
OK, my wall scaling gear is ready for pick up from the calibration place so I'm off to pick it up. Covert missions are back on again.

Shalom