A Nightmare On Elm Street
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: The Monster Mash
Things really have settled into a bit of a routine again, I eat, sleep, "work". Unlike the old days, I can't even spice things up by hanging around with East End Gangsters, or taking out undesirables with a head shot. Political correctness has even infiltrated Mossad, and we're now required to arrange an appointment with any potential victim, where they agree to stand in front of the appropriate window at the correct time. Ever since this policy was introduced, the assassination rate has plummeted, but so have the number of complaints and I suppose that's what the pen pushers wanted. At least we managed to get them to scrap the idea of sending out equal opportunities forms beforehand. I have this feeling that a lot of our clients may have fallen into a particular category.
So it looks like I'll be spending a fair bit of time this week twiddling with the knobs on my shortwave radio trying to pick up any chatter which may either put someone in a position worthy of the front page of the News Of The World, or maybe I can make a few extra shekels nicking the fares off of Mini Cab firms.
Whatever, if it's this dull tomorrow, I may have to dip into the old postbag once more and see what I can reply to without giving away state secrets.

Shalom