Knackered
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: The DVD player
Jesus, I haven't pulled an all nighter since I was a young whipper snapper in Mossad. I fondly remember spending dark evenings sitting in a black car watching some geezer's front door, taking pictures of him appearing at the window that sort of thing. Wouldn't you know it...as soon as we took the film down Boots to get it developed the bastard would do a runner and we wouldn't see him again, reminds a bit of the Englebert Humperdinck affair.
Anyway I spent a night watching one of my main election opponents to see if he was up to anything dodgy, maybe I could catch him sexually abusing a stuffed toy or something. The days of being able to sit in a nice warm car are long gone, and as the fastest VW in the west is a bit distinctive, I had to do the business on my bike. You ever tried sitting on a racing saddle with a camera poised at the ready...it's f**king awkward that's what! So what did I learn? Well this particular guy speaks Polish and goes to church on a Sunday, he may have a fondness for Vodka but I can't really hold that against him, after all if I bring that up then the incident involving a tin of Tesco's lager may come to the fore and that will never do. It seemed that after watching "Songs Of Praise" he went to bed and that was it.
So all in all a bit of a waste of time, but Benny remains convinced we can dig up something effective if we keep at it, so tonight instead of knocking on doors, I'm going to be out and about on my trusty racing bike and my Polaroid to dig the dirt on another unsuspecting opponent. So once again I might be too far gone to want to type in which case I'll report back on Thursday.

Shalom