Call Me Irresponsible
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Connect 4
Well Saturdays get a bit same old, same old. Dig out the frayed black suit, unironed white shirt, shoulder holster containing my weapon of the day, and then don my Kevlar skull cap and hop on the bike down to the Synagogue.
The ride down there reminds me of the time I won the King Of The Mountains in the Tour of Bognor all those years ago, and it's even more realistic since the council put down those speed humps, although when you go over those you don't really need to stuff newspapers up your shirt like those guys in the Tour De France. I do though, it gives me a chance to get rid of them without putting them in my bins. I'm just getting ready for when the council starts charging for rubbish by weight. My costs will be pretty low.
Still one thing about riding the bike, it's easier to get parked at the Synagogue these days, especially since some c*nt started parking a bus there. Takes up a huge chunk of the place, and as I walk pass it I notice the passengers are none too happy either. Still it's convenient for my window cleaner mate, as I notice his ladders shoved in the area where kids prams are meant to go.
Stroll into the Synagogue with a knowing glance toward the Russian security on the door who I can tell were former KGB by the cut of their suits. Listen to Goldberg ramble on for a while about some old bullshit, then it's all over and I can get back to my house and monitor the airwaves for any impending international crisis. You lot probably think that International Rescue were the first ones to do that. Well let me tell you, they nicked the idea from me, I've never been able to sue them yet as all my letters to Tracey Island are always returned as Address Unknown. I will admit they must have one hell of a security operation to be able to pull off a stunt like that.
Anyway enough for now, sounds like The Archers are about to start up...always an interesting show that...you'll never believe how many coded messages are contained in it.

Shalom