The Sound Of Silence
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Roger Whittaker
So it's back into the old routine. There really is something soothing about the squeak of the wheels of the trolley against a recently waxed corridor, I really did miss that noise.
Not much has been going on at the hospital since I left. The place is still full of sick people, that's something that'll never change, they're like a never ending conveyor belt. Mind you I think most of them are wimps, don't even look sick, now having your leg blown off or having to undergo emergency surgery in the field, that's being sick, coming in here for a sex change operation, that's taking the piss.
Some of the lads have been giving me a bit of stick about my performance in the election, but that's ok. I increased the UJF vote by an enormous amount so I'm pretty proud really. At least I had the guts to stand up and be counted, although that is nothing new for me. Look at all the incidents that have occurred and you'll always see me at the front of the action. The Raid on Entebbe, Fairoaks Airport Massacre, Milk Tray ads, The Shooting of George Cornell, The eviction of Tubby Isaacs from Petticoat Lane, the list goes on and on. Sadly though none of these acts have received official recognition, a necessary evil when you have to work undercover. If I'm ever allowed to retire, then maybe I could write my life story, I already have a title in mind.
Anyway there's someone groaning on the trolley outside the bogs, that'll be my guy, I'm supposed to be taking him up to surgery or something so I guess I'd better get him up there before they close the theatre due to fog.

Shalom