Fly Me To The Moon
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Ena Sharples
Oh my aching head...had a heavy day ciphering messages back to the Homeland, and thought I'd have a couple of Tesco Economy Shandies to pass the time. That stuff is evil let me tell you, must have at least 0.1% alcohol in them. Lucky I never went out for a bike ride last night, I don't think even that mysterious ID card with the Star of David on it would have helped me avoid arrest for some sort of drunken behaviour.
Of course the best way to chase away a hangover after such a heavy session is to have a nice hot Bagel, but because I'm feeling like shit, I can't even be bothered to ride up to Brick Lane and get any. The Tossers won't deliver so I'm stuck with this pounding headache.
So what's been going on in the world since I knocked back the Beer? Well it looks like we've got fed up kicking Arab Butt and from tomorrow we're not going to blow up any more of them in Lebanon. I'm pretty disappointed to tell the truth. Nothing like a nice bit of action to toughen the boys up. It was a regular thing in my day of course, if we weren't fighting a war, we'd be doing things like leaping out of planes without parachutes, and being measured up for the latest designer black gear while having to remember 42 digit Swiss Bank account numbers so we got paid when we were out and about. Just goes to show you how things change, I can't even remember my PIN for my cashpoint card these days. Benny offered to tattoo it onto my arm recently but I don't think so. If I was going to have one of those, I'd have had it done years ago, always fancied having some sort of Shark somewhere on my body. Pity I can't remember that Bank Account number, I vaguely recall having a flat in Geneva and I'm sure the rent is due.
I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day locked up in a dark room until this hangover passes. Sort of reminds me of when I was doing covert missions, and of my time working for that Underground Railway in the London area. Many's the time I would cower in a darkened carriage carrying out some sort of surveillance while those around me worked. I was doing it for their own security, not that they appreciated it at the time the Bastards.

Shalom