I'm Turning Japanese
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Strip Poker
F***ing Post Office, got home yesterday and all I had was the usual junk mail offering me dodgy credit cards and free refill magazines for my Uzi. When are they going to learn, I already have a double platinum Mossad Visa card that can not only be used to hire a 747 or a Helicopter at short notice, but has the added bonus of being accepted at Woolworths and Argos too. Of course my anger is mainly due to the failed arrival of my reading material, I'd actually picked up a roll of bog paper from the storage cupboard at the Hospital as I was expecting to be able to sit down and have a good read last night. Had to hold it all in until I got to work today, well I'm not flushing my bog and wasting bog paper at home...that costs money.
As expected the course I had to attend was a waste of time. It was very clear to me that the geezer running the class had never seen any action, and his opinions about Arabs had come straight out of that left wing rag 'The Guardian'. I had to listen to all this bullshit about how nice they really are, and how they'd give me a lift on the back of a camel should I ever get stranded in the Desert. What a W*nker. Last time I was out in the Desert the bastards were trying to shoot my balls off, hence the reason I spent a week in a foxhole with just a box of Milk Tray to eat. I tried to put him right but he wouldn't listen. After I heard that he thinks I may need to attend a few more of these classes. I'll say no more.
Still it was nice to meet a few more people who work here at the Hospital, I had never met a Proctologist until yesterday and he told me it was remarkable what noises I could make out of my arse, at least I think he was praising me for talking out of it.

Shalom