Hungover
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Pink Elephants in my head
Didn't make it on here yesterday, Benny threw a bit of a shindig for Rosh Hashannah or whatever it's called on Saturday Night. Bit of a wild party if you ask me, there must have been at least a crate of John Smith's there, and for the really hardcore drinkers, there was a six pack of Kronenburg 1664 although I know better than to hit that stuff.
The evening ended with everybody throwing their car keys into a hat. I thought I was going to get lucky but all we were deciding was which cars to drive around for the next fun part of the evening. Turns out that Benny thought we should break a few windows for luck so we spent an hour or so driving round fun places like Streatham, Tooting and Clapham smashing as many windows in rival Synagogues as we could find. I had this nagging feeling that it reminded me of something I'd learned when I was a kid at the Moshe Dyan Comprehensive. Anyway I was too far gone to worry about that at the time, and I didn't get to bed until at least 10 pm on Saturday.
I'll be working some weird hours at the Hospital this week so don't expect me to update this at the same time every day. We have a new Duty Trolley Manager and he schedules shifts according to the movements of the Moon. Be better if he worked them out by the movements of my Bowel, now I might have to buy some bog paper for home as I can't be certain I can hold things in until I get to work. I bet he's doing it deliberately, think I'll have to have a quiet word with him at some stage.

Shalom