I've started so I'll finish
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Mastermind
After all the activity of the weekend it's nice in a way to feel the familiar weight of the trolley as I push it around the corridors of the hospital. It's amazing how smoothly my one glides along in comparison to some of the others. That's what happens when you go private when you replace the wheels, you get a better quality of gear.
I've managed to avoid any real work so far today, when everyone sees you pushing a trolley they assume you must be on your way to somewhere, especially if you put a few blankets and sheets on it, so they leave you alone. That's a little trick I learned while working in the Israeli army MASH unit, although I only did it when we were expecting a load of Arabs in.
So Magnus Magnusson has popped his clogs I see. Can't say I'll miss him too much to tell the truth. Me and Magnus had a bit of a falling out quite a few years back. First off I was employed by the BBC as a consultant on the show due to my experience with interrogations, and I thought the black chair under a spotlight was a little bit Namby Pamby. I thought it would have been far more effective to suspend contestants from the ceiling by their feet with a set of elctrodes on their nipples. Every time they passed or got an answer wrong they'd get a shock. Now that really would have made the contestants sweat. Magnus rejected that idea, I think the BBC were looking to cut their power bill.
A few years later I applied to be a contestant myself. My specialist subjects were going to be Mossad Death Squad activity between 1968 - 1973, and the history of the Brick Lane Bagel Bake. Apparently he laughed out loud when he read my form and thought I was taking the piss. I wasn't pleased.
Anyway I've managed to avoid work for another few minutes but I'm worried someone who has been caught short might not see my power lead trailing over the bog floor and go flying head first into the urinal. Seeing as the urinal is blocked, that wouldn't be very pleasant.

Shalom