Ticket to ride
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: My Ding A Ling
OK, managed to thieve a new battery out of the ICU. Guessed it wouldn't matter, the geezers chart said something about him being a cabbage so he won't miss it. The machine made a funny noise afterwards but I didn't hang around to see what that was all about, it was just like the old days when I used to plant dodgy stuff on high ranking politicians...remember Watergate? Well that had nothing to do with me, but we had a similar thing in Israel called Porkgate...my finest hour.
Anyway back to f*cking retards like that bloke in the ICU. I thought I'd take the chance to reply to that biddy who wrote to me about the mongs who work at Tescos.

"You disgust me, ridiculing those poor people who through no fault of their own were born with a genetic defect. They can't help it if they dribble and talk funny. How would you like it?
You are typical of your type, think you're superior to everybody else. I have more respect for those poor kids than I have for your circumcised penis, you are probably a complete and utter liar. I've read those tales on your webpage...World Cup 1966 indeed."

Yours

Margaret Ponsoby Smythe (SAS Retired)

OK Missus, let me reply. If Tescos supplied those kids plastic orange bibs there wouldn't be a problem. I reckon that they take advantage of the fact they're f*cking mentally retarded and to old grannies like you they look cute. I bet you've never seen any action so I don't think you can criticise me you old hag. As for 1966...just ask Ronnie and Reggie...they'll back me up.

Dozy old fools like that really piss me off, I'm so angry just writing about it I think I need a fag.

Shalom