Rhinestone Cowboy
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Chorlton And The Wheelies
Got a lot of gossip to catch up with after not attending yesterday's meeting so I'll try and keep this short, I'd hate to miss out on anything particularly juicy.
I would like to thank everyone who gave me a wave yesterday while I cycled to Wimbledon to pick up my mag. At least it looked like you were waving, although it seems some of you have got me mixed up with that bloke from the New Avengers as I also heard quite a few people waving and calling me Gareth Hunt. Now just because he was in a programme about spies doesn't mean he has the necessary talents to succeed in the real world business, and besides I don't think I look anything like him, I'll try and dig out a picture so you lot can do a comparison.
Still formulating my policies for the forthcoming election campaign, I got a fax from that window cleaning geezer last night outlining some of the issues he thinks we should be fighting on. I can understand some of it like discounted water for his buckets, and tax deductible chamois leathers, but other stuff has got me confused. He wants the council to buy a Rolls Royce so he can do his rounds in more upmarket areas, and a gold plated ladder. Not sure they're going to be vote winners so it's something we need to discuss.
One of the things we will need if we're going to make a good job of our campaign is money and some signatures on the proper paperwork, so this weekend I'm going to set up a stall outside Tescos and rattle the old tin can and wave a piece of paper at shoppers. Not really necessary to tell the truth as I could just tap into my Mossad bank account in Switzerland or sell a little bit of my farm in Kent, but hey I want to look like an ordinary guy trying to get ahead in this world. I can also get all the signatures I need from a certain place in Israel but I'll say no more.
OK, the lads are getting together in the Break room for afternoon Tea and Crumpets, time to join in the conversation.

Shalom