Pretty Vacant
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Go With Noakes
Friday at last, and I'm pleased to report that Whizzer & Chips and The Beano did arrive yesterday. My Secret Agent magazine though hasn't arrived and now I know why. Turns out the publishers have got fed up with f***ing Postman Pat helping himself to a few free copies, so what they are going to do now is send me a coded message once a month. Once I crack the code I can go and pick it up. Got my message last night, cracked it almost right away, so later on it's off to Patel's Newsagents in Wimbledon where I should find it on the top shelf between 'Leather Joy Boys Weekly' and 'Big Silicone Jugs'. Odd place to put it if you ask me but at least it means some grubby schoolboy won't get his mitts on it.
Work is winding down nicely. Of course being mid-October it should start getting cold soon and I'll have to dig out my thermal skull cap. I'm told that you lose most of your body heat from your head, and one of my mates here reckons that in my case it's definitely true, every time I open my mouth he reckons it's all hot air. Maybe I should see one of the Quacks here. Then again maybe not, probably pick up MRSA or something. I'll give the Israeli Army medic a call instead.
I'm looking forward to a nice quiet weekend. I've nothing planned apart from my weekly dose of religion at the Synagogue, so once that's over I can retreat into my den at home and try and tune in to any secret conversations I can pick up on my new radio that I picked up from Argos the other day. It's a neat thing, got about 5 different frequencies on it, just last week I was tuning into the local Mini Cab office. Could have made a fortune nicking their fares but it's a tricky business picking up 4 people at a time on a bike, especially if they're already half pissed. Maybe I should put some petrol in the fastest VW in the west, might be able to afford it now.

Shalom