The Lady Is A Tramp
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Bull Riding
Nothing like pigging out on a dozen butter filled Bagels on a Sunday, and after a session like that, you don't feel like doing much else. So I settled back into my chair and had a relaxing evening watching such action filled programmes like "Songs Of Praise", and a few reruns of that classic comedy "Never Mind The Quality, Feel The Width" which for some obscure reason always touches my funny bone. I think the main characters are meant to be Jewish, but if that's the case they got their research wrong, no self respecting Jew would keep his lights on all the time...think of the electric bill, and the tailors who used to make my Mossad designed suits always worked by candlelight. Those suits were a work of art, no trouble concealing a weapon under them, I always remember looking at the CIA guys at JFK airport, their ones were quite clearly off the rack, no room for gun concealment under their jackets.
So it's back to work today, I'm getting a bit bored with this particular job as I seem to spend a lot of time pushing things around. It's not gathering much intelligence either, and I think I was sold a bit short by Mossad when they got me in here. It's my own fault though, if I hadn't been so upset by Charlie Kray's death I'd have never have dropped my guard at the Underground Railway in London and got the boot. That was pretty unprofessional of me, but even the best operatives make mistakes.
If any of you are wondering what happened to the window cleaner, well my contacts in the Met Police are due to drop me off a copy of the Police report later on today, I'm told it makes fun reading.

Shalom