Friday Night Lights
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Benny Hill Show
You know, getting those teabags and the Christmas Pudding yesterday really made me look seriously at all the gifts I have scattered around my safe house. Over they years through various methods, I have been rewarded for my efforts. The Kennedy family allowed me to keep the suit from November 1963, after it had been dry cleaned of course, but I've not kept the figure to wear it anymore. Then there was my police caution from running on the pitch at Wembley in 1966, that sits proudly in a frame on display in the bog. Never told Mossad about that though, might have spoilt my chances of getting in. Sporting trophies also adorn the house, the only award of double platinum from the International Olympic Committee sit above my fridge. I got those during the 1969 Tel Aviv winter Olympics for winning both the giant slalom and downhill competitions at the same time, even more remarkable as I did it on a Unicycle. So as you can see a bag of teabags probably doesn't mean that much to me. In fact I tried one last night and it was like drinking field rations again, like a cup of tea made out of filtered piss.
Anyway I'm winding down for the weekend now, and rumours here at the Hospital reckon we're going to get remote controlled trolleys to try and reduce the number of back injuries among my highly skilled division. We're all highly trained and highly tuned so these are not uncommon, plus it's an easy way to get a few weeks off work, even the Queen does it so it can't be all bad. Still it's probably all talk, it'll cost money and that's something they don't like to spend on the likes of me.

Shalom