Mood:  not sure

How many of you wankers went down to Trafalgar Square last night, just so you could get crushed, f*cking freezing cold, and not even f*cking drink? I don't know what the big deal is with standing in a big crowd, especially with the main event being over in just a few seconds. Granted we used to do that when we were Mossad cadets, but back then the main event was some Arab dangling from the end of a rope, not some f*cking clock going ding f*cking dong. For f*cks sake, it wasn't even New Year's Eve last night...as I pointed out for the real civilised among us that's not until September.

Anyway I will admit to doing a little partying when I used to go out on the town with Ronnie and Reggie. In between Kneecappings and using the local bookmakers as cashpoints, we'd hit the Brown Ale big time, boy would I have a sore head when I went in to work at the Bagel Bake...after those sessions the Bagels probably didn't meet the normal standards. I never got the chance though to introduce them to Kirk and Sophia. This was mainly because being from the East End, Ronnie and Reggie used to prefer watching their football at Weavers Fields rather than Stamford Cottage, and regarded anything to do with the West part of London as a bit gay...not that we'd ever say that in front of Ronnie mind.

So for all of you with a hangover today may I just say you're a C*NT! For those of us who abstained...well you're probably more Mossad than you realise. I'll be away for a couple of days after this...it's time for my recertification in the use of shaped charges and flying the helicopter...but I'll be back by the weekend so keep the Pepsi Max on ice.

Shalom