Mood:  not sure

Well what a week that was. I see England managed to f*ck up the chance us Mossad boys had given them after last weeks victory over the KGB select. What a bunch of overpaid c*nts. Mind you with that twonk McClaren having done the decent thing and got sacked, there is now a job opportunity that might get me out of this rut I've got stuck in here at the NHS. While the Underground railway somewhere in London might not have appreciated my leadership skills, I think I'm just what the FA ordered. So on Monday I'll be down at Soho Square with a shaped charge and a helicopter - would use the VW Beetle but parking is hell down that way this time of year, and I don't want to pay the congestion charge - and I'll be leaving my CV on that bloke who runs the FA's desk, I'll even throw in a box of Milk Tray as an extra sweetener. Of course I'll want to bring in my own backroom team, and I'm glad I've got on Mad Frankie Fraser's good side, he's agreed to be my motivational coach. It's nice to know after all these years he can forgive my siding with the Krays, plus with Mossad's expertise at getting information we'll have every teams game plan in the draw well before the game. Only sticking point I can see is that I expect everyone to be circumcised, Goldberg's primed and ready for that job, not sure if those overpaid ponces are ready though.

So this week I've been doing a lot of PR work building up my reputation. I even pushed a few extra trolleys around so I could bend a few more peoples' earlobes. I even have some of the press on my side...the West Bank Times will be running a Jewboy For England campaign...as soon as I've dug up some incriminating evidence on the editor of The Gaza Strip Sun. No problem, be amazed what Mossad can achieve with an inflatable Pig and a stale Bagel.

Anyway, better get off to the Synagogue, I'm really pumped up for it this week, I feel like after all these years in undercover exile I've finally found my calling.

Shalom