I'm still here
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Cops and Robbers
This has to be very brief as I've just been told to get into work, it's not an emergency, but our new DTM thinks he has miscalculated the movements of the Moon or something and needs some extra trolley pushing muscle right now.
This whole thing is screwing me up, I didn't even work such crappy hours when I was with Mossad or the Israeli Army. In fact the nearest I've ever come to it is when I was with the Krays back in the 1960's when I'd get phone calls at all sorts of odd hours to drop off some warm Bagels or Brown Ale for Ronnie...tight fisted git he was...never gave me a tip the bastard!
Anyway I mustn't speak ill of the dead, and I did have a lot of fun with them overall, although it all started to go downhill when I got talking to some geezer called Read or something. It didn't help when Ronnie found out that one of the Snakes I delivered when he moved into that posh flat in the Barbican was really a prototype Mossad bugging device, although he found it strangely amusing in some warped way, especially after he'd finished tying it round my neck.
Anyway, better search out my bike clips and get moving.

Shalom