Making Plans For Nigel
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: The Waltons
So it's Monday again, and once again I'm pushing people around for no real reason than they're too bloody bone idle to make their own way to X-Ray, The Arse Camera department or the operating theatre. It really gets to me that these people have perfectly functioning legs, typical of the way this country is going, everyone wants door to door service, no wonder we have so many fat bastards around. They would never have hacked it in the Israeli Army, there we were trained to hobble to the MASH tent if we'd lost a leg or something. About the only ones who don't have an excuse are the ones I wheel down to the Morgue.
Still it pays the bills, and the intelligence reports I send back to Tel Aviv are certainly going to help improve the Israeli Health Service. I'm also supposed to be on the look out for any possible terrorists, but the way London is going it's getting pretty difficult, Ali, Patel, Muhammed, Bin Laden how the hell am I supposed to work out who is who, be much easier if they actually put it down as their occupation when they first check in here.
I'm thinking about my next trip away, but as I've visited virtually every country in the world I'm looking for ideas. Remember earlier this year I was toying with going to Iraq, well just like the Tower Of London it's still full of f***ing Yanks although the ones in Iraq don't wear those stupid Rupert The Bear trousers, but I bet they still walk around with maps looking for 'Liesester Square'. I shouldn't knock them though, apart from us Jews, they're the only ones willing to give the thieving Arabs a good kick up the arse.

Shalom