Addicted
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Terry Wogan's Greatest Hit
It's great being back at work, all sorts of people to talk to about my last trip, my only regret is that I didn't take any pictures. I tried to smuggle in a Mossad spy camera but the searches were very thorough if you know what I mean.
To ease me back into things, I'm on general trolley pushing duties which once again gives me free rein to walk about the place and do as little as possible. I did pop up to the Psycho ward - it's normally full of characters - but it was dead quiet up there. Our large lobed friend seems to have gone missing, and one of the nurses up there told me that some blokes from Channel 4 think he might be good for some sort of documentary so have spirited him away to some sort of house on the Kent coast. I know all about being spirited away to remote houses. After many a Mossad mission it was necessary for me to go in hiding for a while, even to change my ID. They once had to get me a job in a furniture store until the fuss died down. I had fun there though, and I spent ages checking out possible hiding places for some of my stuff in the furniture. Sadly the stuff was real shit and the company went broke. It did allow me to get to know Englebert Humperdinck though, but that's another story.
Anyway, I'm off down to KFC. I have a lot of respect for that company seeing as it was founded by a Colonel or something. Good to see a military man get on after he left the service. Christ knows where he gets his chickens though, more like sparrows if you ask me but there's something in his secret blend of herbs and spices that is dangerously addictive. I feel some sort of espionage mission coming on here, I need to know.

Shalom