I Don't Want To Go To Chelsea
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Coronation Street
OK, I'm feeling pretty lazy this morning, nothing dramatic is going on, there's no new scandals to go on about, and no interesting new patients to tell you about either...yep I'm bored.
So I've decided to dig through the e-mail archives once again and see if I can't answer any more of those pressing questions you've sent to me.
An F Fraser from London asks: As a highly experienced intelligence officer, you must have had to carry out a fair few interrogations, what is your favourite method of torture and why? Well I can't really go into details about Mossad interrogation methods as I'd be giving away Israeli State secrets, but it is true that I wrote the manual. However when I was working in London with a couple of geezers called Ronnie and Reggie we quite enjoyed using pliers to pull out finger nails, and red hot knives to brand people across the face. OK we never got much out of them but sometimes it's nice to see a grown man cry as I'm sure you'd agree.
Mr O.B. Laden from Whitechapel asks: As an expert in airport security, could you give me some clues how to beat the current restrictions on Hand Cream being taken onto aircraft? If I don't rub the cream into my hands regularly they get all rough and sore, and I can't get the blood out of them. Well a double question there. To answer your first one, go to Heathrow, you should be able to blend in with most of the staff at the airport and I'm sure if you cross a few palms with a few rupees someone will lend you their ID card. From there it'll be easy. As for your sore hands, I'm quite keen on the Nutrogena stuff myself, it doesn't leave an oily residue on your hands and they feel lovely and soft afterwards. I think you can buy it in duty free so smuggling it onboard shouldn't be a problem. Let me know how you get on.
OK, well here's hoping for more action today.

Shalom