Clocks
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Dr Who
I hate it when the clocks go back. because I'm not sure who changes when, I end up staying up until 2 in the morning and then watch my Atomic powered world clock change or not change depending on what that country's policy is. I don't have a clue about some of them, take the Taleban for instance, I don't think they even have clocks, I think they set the time by when the Donkey craps or something.
So I had a lie in this morning to get over my late night. Fortunately though, the Bagel Bake is open all day on Sunday so I've had time to get up there and get a nice hot one. I can't wait until it gets a bit colder and we have some snow, it's always more exciting skiing to Brick Lane, you should see the look on the faces of the locals as I go slaloming down the Bethnal Green Road, mind you by the look of them I don't think many have seen snow, let alone a pair of skis, probably don't get much of that in Calcutta or where ever they're from.
Benny called me last night and tells me that his friends are prepared to help me with my election campaign. He tells me they will be particularly useful at meetings of the other candidates. I assume they are extremely good debaters and will throw my opponents off balance a little. I won't have any of those problems, as I've mentioned before, my verbal skills are second to none. I can talk the hind legs off of a Donkey if need be, got me out of many a tight scrape.
Anyway, I'm going to settle back and have a nice Hot Bacon Bagel.

Shalom