Flushed with success
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Sounds from the public convenience
Squatting in trap 3 as I do at about the same time every day (Bagels are good for your Bowel movements) to type this thing out not only while being paid, but actually for free, you hear some interesting things. No I'm not talking about the geezer straining next door after his had a night on the Guinness (normally confirmed by a shout of Jesus when he no doubt checks out what he's done), but by the conversations you hear between those blokes 'shaking hands with the unemployed' at the Urinals.
Yesterday I heard a couple of the quacks chatting about the geezer with variable bad back syndrome. I knew they were talking about him because one of them was referring to a big ginger c*nt. Turns out that he has a history of being thrown out of chairs, even happened on a plane once according to them. Now I've flown hundreds of times, and the only time I've been thrown out of an aircraft seat is when I was a bit slow off the mark to take part in a HALO drop over Brixton. Anyway one of the quacks was thinking that maybe he's having a nerve spasm or something that causes him to be thrown across the room. He's thinking of writing about it in 'The Lancet'. I know the ginger geezer won't be too keen on that. He's made a fortune out of compensation from chair manufacturers, most of which he has pumped into the Civil War movement (don't ask me how he got into Abraham Lincoln and all) so he'd have to give it back if they can prove it's a medical condition. I'll be keeping my ears to the ground about this one, although of course if someone spots me looking from underneath the door of the toilet cubicle they might get a tad suspicious.
I'll continue the review of 2006 tomorrow, someone has just shuffled in to the next trap, and by the smell of it had a rough curry last night, and I forgot my breathing gear so before I get overcome by the fumes I'd better get out.

Shalom