Mood: lyrical
Now Playing: The Saxophone
Well as I said yesterday, it's service as normal again. I don't know what went wrong with the Satellite link to Jerusalem and Tel Aviv which stopped me posting for most of yesterday, but I had the Newsagent's son check things out and here I am. He's a clever little bugger for only 5 years old, even noticed I hadn't plugged my computer in.
So what's new? Nothing much, I had an enjoyable evening under the bedsheets with my magazine although I'm a bit sore in certain places now. The people who write these magazines should really be more careful about what they put in them. Don't they know what a wristwatch computer can do to a man my age and with my secret desires for gadgets, and don't get me started on the weapons...they sort of ruin the magazine though by putting a centrefold of The Spy Of The Moment in the middle. Could someone explain why it's always a woman with no clothes on. I'd much rather see a set of provocatively shaped plastic explosive than that.
It's been back to normal at work too, I've been shuffling down the corridors pushing various inanimate objects about. After last weeks events, everyone is steering clear of me. I get the impression I may have been a bit heavy handed with the Uzi or something, but in times of war the normal rules go out of the window. There is one interesting thing coming up though, I've been asked to trial a new uniform for us trolley pushers. Fortunately it's not been designed by Benny who I hear is now pushing out stuff to accessorise the 'Auschwitz Collection'. Apparently along with your stripey suit you can get such fun attachments as Pink Triangles and Yellow stars. Strange but in the depths of my mind that rings a bell. I hope Benny isn't ripping off someone else's idea.
Anyway, better get back to work, got a long day ahead of me, I've been taping the latest action from Southern Lebanon and may have a late night as I don't want to miss a single explosion or Tank movement.
Shalom