Conned!
Mood:  chatty
Well I cut short my phone call for nothing yesterday. Turns out the geezer who claimed he was in the SAS, used to work for some swedish airline out of Heathrow! There I was all ready to give him full blast with my exploits. Not many films been made about baggage handlers have there.
Skied to work today, I know it ain't been snowing but that just adds to the fun. I did get some odd looks from passers by, but I reckon they were just jealous that can't ski properly. I know they've been over for a while, but I need to say I was disappointed with the Israeli team's performance in the Winter Olympics. Things have really slipped since I won triple platinum in Tel Aviv in 1969.
That window cleaning bloke is still in the ward I pass by everyday, I think they made a mistake on his chart because everyone refers to him as the typing error. Digging through my copies of the West Bank Sun, I discovered he was the winner of the George Formby best kept Chamois award in 2005. Maybe that's why he is familiar.
Okay, batteries dying on my phone, better get off and find a lamp post to plug the charger into. Later all

Another day, another trolley
Mood:  chatty
Missed out yesterday, some sod had locked all the phones in the department so I couldn't call out. I had a dig around at home, found an old satellite phone underneath all my black gear, should be alright now. Luckily I know how to tap into my former employers account to make calls.
Not much going on really, been going through the files about this Dick Cheney geezer. Sounds like a tough nut to me, then again all those arabs kept telling me they were tough nuts in '67. Soon proved them wrong, and don't get me started about Ronnie and Reggie. That window cleaning bloke is really bothering me, I know I've seen that facial hair somewhere, just can't put my finger on it. There's lots of good things about my job that I want to tell you about, but I ain't got time now. One of the other guys here is spouting on about how he was in the SAS, and that's a challenge I can't refuse. More later

Another day
Mood:  chatty
Got talked into this, somebody reckons I've had such an all action life I should get it all down on the internet for everyone to see. Also there are a lot of people who want to know what I'm up to since my last mission ended. I know nothing about computers, so a good mate of mine overseas has volunteered to put my thoughts down in writing. It's gonna cost me a fortune in phone calls. So let's see, where do I start. Well it was a rough day down at the hospital today, first of all the window cleaner fell off of his ladder, for some reason he had a fax machine in his bucket. Then as I was pushing him to the operating theatre to perform the necessary surgery, the wheel fell off my trolley. I laughed so much I almost smiled. Benny Slibowitz from the secret agent club down in Tooting gave me a call, apparently he wants me to go out hunting with some guy called Dick Cheney. Never heard of him, although somebody reckons he's someone important down in America, although I'm not sure what part of London that's in, and in my life I've travelled around I can tell you. Anyway enough for now, before someone works out I've dialled abroad on a hospital phone.

More ramblings
Mood:  chatty
Gotta make this quick, sneaked into an office to make a call. That bloke who fell off the ladder and had the fax machine claimed the machine was his good luck charm, just like a rabbit's foot. I thought I recognised him but I can't be sure. I cycled to work today, good training for this years tour of Cricklewood. I won King of the Mountains in it last year, and I can tell you the Wheelchair ramp at IKEA is hell to get up. I found out who Dick Cheney is. He's a keen marksman by all accounts, well he's never come up against the Israeli Army's marksman of the year in 1968. I'll show him how to shoot properly. Ok got to go, I parked my trolley on a double yellow and I don't want to get clamped. More later.