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Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: I Spy
Spent a couple of hours at the hospital yesterday moving from one photocopy machine to another so it didn't look like I was taking the piss too much...clever eh. Once I was done I thought I'd catch up with goings on there, after all a man in my position needs to be alert for any possible changes. Turns out we're getting a new DTM in the new year to finally replace the geezer who'd been scheduling our rosters by the phases of the moon and tides. This one has a military background by all accounts. I'm f**king pleased about that, probably just jacked in the Army after seeing some action in Iraq and Afghanistan, we'll probably be on the same wavelength from day one, that'll shake up some of the lazy bastards round here...as long as I'm allowed regular fag breaks we'll get on fine.
Later on today we're going to plaster posters on to the side of my Mossad designed racing bike so when I'm cycling around town the campaign will get extra publicity. I was going to use the fastest VW in the west to take care of this, but it's coming up for its MOT, plus with the price of petrol and the insurance I don't think I'll use it for this. I'm not made of money after all, even though I have access to the secret Mossad bank account, have a flat in Geneva, own a farm in Kent, and still have a little something stashed away from some investments I had when I hung around with the Krays.

Shalom