Mood:  not sure

Well after all the anticipation, my package from Mossad finally showed up during the week. First off I'd like to say that some c*nt had already opened it and I couldn't look inside it until I'd had it checked for Anthrax or something. Then when I did finally get to look inside, I'd never been so disappointed since I got overlooked for presenting Mossad's SQE briefing for new agents...I'll never forgive Moshe for that. Anyway instead of the latest black clothing or grapple hooks which was what I was expecting, all the f*cking package contained was this months edition of "Mossad Monthly", a new thing by the powers in Tel Aviv to keep us all up to date with the latest goings on and who has assassinated who. Well some of the f*cking pages were stuck together, particularly where the interview with the geezer who played Reg Holdsworth was printed. What sort of c*nt wanks off over that? Careful examination of the envelope tells me it passed through a sorting office on the Kent coast, I sense an investigation will have to be held. The rest of the thing was a big disappointment too, no money off coupons or anything...tight fisted bastards.

Some of you have asked why I only update this thing at weekends. My answer to you is to mind your own f*cking business! Don't you understand that intelligence gathering is a 24 hour business, plus I have to keep myself in shape for the next round of Milk Tray deliveries. That all takes time, and the only time I allow myself any sory of break is at weekends when I'm getting ready to go to Synagogue, or pumping up the bike tyres before I head out to the Bagel Bake. Sometimes I might have an idle five minutes during the week but it's not often. Also when you drink as much Pepsi Max as I do, you spend a lot of time throwing yourself out of aircraft or snowboarding.

Anyway, got to go and pick up my skull cap from the cleaners, not only do I have to get hold of the latest coded message from Goldberg, I have a big job interview at some football club in Tottenham who would prefer a Jewboy in the hotseat.

Shalom