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I don't think I'm gathering much intelligence at the Hospital at the moment. It's the usual routine of pushing people from one room to another, making sure I don't snag Mr Smith's Colostomy bag in the lift doors on the way, or accidently shoving some dirty stinking tramp into the bin. I'm not sure what benefits the homeland's health service is going to reap from my time here. Yes I've learnt a lot about what makes a good Hospital trolley, but that's hardly rocket science, all you need is four good wheels and a little bracket for your Uzi. I would steer clear of those companies who make the trolleys for Supermarkets as well as Hospitals though. They may be cheap but their trolleys have a mind of their own.
Anyway, last night while I was turning my latest dispatch to my masters back home into an unbreakable code, I was thinking where did it all go wrong. Not so long ago I was doing a great job on an Underground railway somewhere in London. There I was regarded as the master in motivation, and was always ready with a word or two for anyone who would listen. Now I feel like an outcast. I'm not allowed to talk to the patients as my boss thinks I talk too much. The only ones I can communicate with are normally deaf, and even they struggle as Mossad's unique sign language is only understood by an elite few. I think I might ask for a change in assignment, although the only way I managed that before was to get myself deliberately fired from my last one.
I guess all this has come up because Benny seems to be doing so well. I see his outfits all the time on TV, although I do get annoyed that the programmes seem to have been shot almost exclusively in trendy Black and White. What has struck me the most is how many skinny people wearing Benny's outfits manage to get together in one place. It's a testament to his marketing I suppose although making out they're being shot is taking things a little too far.
Ok, time to dig out the Mountain bike and do what Floyd Landis couldn't do without taking some sort of additive in his Orange Juice. That's right I'm off to Tesco's in Croydon.
Shalom
