Come Fly With Me
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Comb and Paper
I am feeling so f***ing lazy today that you're lucky I've even bothered to turn on the computer to update.
I had a very peaceful day yesterday which I spent in a nice dark room stroking my Uzi, and listening to some Clodagh Rodgers...or was it Ted Rogers...I can't remember...must have been those Jamaican Woodbines I was smoking, got them cheap off some Rasta geezer down Brixton way, he told me that after they stopped making Woodbines in the UK, they moved production down to Kingston, Jamaica. Like anything else they move to another factory, it never tastes quite the same, although I must admit the tobacco they use in these ones did mellow me out a fair bit. Smelt a bit different too, reminded me of Amsterdam for some reason, and seeing as I've never been there that's pretty amazing.
So when I got to work today I was pretty spaced out, I'd spent the trip to work listening to Bob Marley on my Bike's built in Stereo system and so far I've spent the whole day calling everybody "man" and laughing to myself. I'd better watch it otherwise I might end up in the psycho ward, although seeing as I'm banned from there for abusing the patients I should be safe. One of the other blokes here reckons I should keep out of the way, I'm acting as if I'm on drugs or something and he'd hate for me to fall foul of a random check. Apparently operating a trolley under the influence has been an offence since the great hospital trolley disaster at St George's in Tooting a few years back. No problem for me anyway, I know how to get round these tests, and at the end of the day, my mysterious ID card will get me off the hook.
So I think I'll take that blokes advice and nip down to the Morgue for some peace and quiet, see if I can find some nice easy listening music to chill out to while I'm in there. I'm pretty sure I left an old Englebert tape down there somewhere.

Shalom