Close Encounters Of The Third Kind
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: With my Meccano set
There's nothing better on a Sunday afternoon than lying back in your armchair, with butter from a red hot Bagel dripping down your chin. It's bliss, even if it is a bit messy.
Looks like ex councillor Liebeman isn't the only high ranking Jew in trouble. I see that the president of our Kosher state has also been dallying in things he shouldn't have been. These people who think they've made it big think they can get away with anything. Unfortunately for them, there are people like me who have the job to make sure they are kept in their place.
Benny has been unusually friendly lately, I get the impression that he thinks the Window Cleaning Alliance actually stand a chance in the upcoming election. Benny was never particularly friendly with Liebeman, but he tells me he can almost smell the corridors of power in our grasp. Bit dramatic in the language there, but I'm more concerned that there may be a split in the Jewish vote and Labour or something will get in. Benny has some ideas about how we can really grab the attention of the voters, and at some stage this week, we'll get together and discuss them. He doesn't seem too keen on that window cleaning bloke getting involved for some reason though.
Anyway, they're paging me in the Hospital, which means they've either discovered a dodgy looking package, uncovered a terrorist, or some OAP has got their wheelchair stuck in the bog door again.

Shalom