The Holly And The Ivy
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: The Singing Sheep
Today I've been a bad boy, I skipped Synagogue, went to Sid's Cafe for a nice greasy Bacon Sandwich, and will be spending the day outside Wetherspoons in Tooting touting for the drunk and OAP vote. I've decided that these guys are more likely to remember me plus the Jewish vote is all wrapped up for Goldberg's tame candidate the name of which I can't even remember he is so grey.
Standing on the streets makes a pleasant change. I can actually keep an eye on my bike while it's chained up, and you see all sorts of odd characters. I was talking to someone today who said he knew Engelbert Humperdinck. It's funny that I should mention Engelbert one day and find myself talking to someone about him the next. Anyway the moment he started talking I could tell it was bullshit. He reckoned he was Engelbert's landlord before he made it big. One day Engelbert told him if he could spend his rent money on a plane ticket to California, he'd pay it back when he got the chance. This guy reckons he told him it was OK and the rest is history. Now that's not the story I know, but I'd be revealing Mossad operational secrets if I said anymore. Anyway this guy tells me he never actually got his rent money back, but Engelbert did send him a signed copy of "Please Release Me". As I said bullshit of the highest order.
Anyway, I don't think Wetherspoons want me using their power so I'd better be going.

Shalom