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Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: The Trombone
Well the great graffiti case has been solved, Charlie and me uncovered the vandal spraying NHS on all the gear, turns out it was some geezer putting together some sort of asset register, even showed us his orders. So the whole PMT thing has turned out to be a waste of time, but it was nice while it lasted, being able to openly wear my black gear, use various top secret Mossad gadgets, and best of all openly drink Pepsi Max made it all worth my while.
Of course whenever you crack a case so quickly there is always a feeling of anti climax so last night I decided to go down to Blockbuster and rent myself an action video. Being a Friday night there wasn't much left so I ended up renting Apollo 13. I love films that bring back memories for me and this reminded me of the highly secret Israeli space programme that I was privileged to be part of, just before I went back to work at the Bagel Bake. I remember sitting in the capsule of Muzeltov 1 sweating while the countdown moved closer to lift off when all of a sudden it came to a halt. Turns out the capsule hadn't been blessed by a Rabbi, and by the time they found one it was Saturday and of course no good Jew works on a Saturday so it all got called off. Well that gave someone a chance to work out that rockets are not very fuel economical unless you're firing them at some defenceless Arab state. Also a lot of the rocket was a one time use only, and the director of the space programme was into recycling, so that was it, I was let out of the capsule and sent back to Brick Lane. They did secretly fire a Monkey into space later on, but as the Monkey was a Muslim they'd decided it was expendable anyway.
Synagogue today, don't know what to expect, I've a horrible feeling that the Danny La Rue thing may be about to surface again.

Shalom