Rhinestone Cowboy
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Chorlton And The Wheelies
Got a lot of gossip to catch up with after not attending yesterday's meeting so I'll try and keep this short, I'd hate to miss out on anything particularly juicy.
I would like to thank everyone who gave me a wave yesterday while I cycled to Wimbledon to pick up my mag. At least it looked like you were waving, although it seems some of you have got me mixed up with that bloke from the New Avengers as I also heard quite a few people waving and calling me Gareth Hunt. Now just because he was in a programme about spies doesn't mean he has the necessary talents to succeed in the real world business, and besides I don't think I look anything like him, I'll try and dig out a picture so you lot can do a comparison.
Still formulating my policies for the forthcoming election campaign, I got a fax from that window cleaning geezer last night outlining some of the issues he thinks we should be fighting on. I can understand some of it like discounted water for his buckets, and tax deductible chamois leathers, but other stuff has got me confused. He wants the council to buy a Rolls Royce so he can do his rounds in more upmarket areas, and a gold plated ladder. Not sure they're going to be vote winners so it's something we need to discuss.
One of the things we will need if we're going to make a good job of our campaign is money and some signatures on the proper paperwork, so this weekend I'm going to set up a stall outside Tescos and rattle the old tin can and wave a piece of paper at shoppers. Not really necessary to tell the truth as I could just tap into my Mossad bank account in Switzerland or sell a little bit of my farm in Kent, but hey I want to look like an ordinary guy trying to get ahead in this world. I can also get all the signatures I need from a certain place in Israel but I'll say no more.
OK, the lads are getting together in the Break room for afternoon Tea and Crumpets, time to join in the conversation.

Shalom

Blue Monday
Mood:  down
Now Playing: The Sound Of Music
Monday soon came around again didn't it? Very tasty Bacon Sandwich at Abdul's cafe on Bethnal Green Road yesterday and I bought some bagels back from the Bagel Bake too. I get a 10% discount there as I'm an ex employee although I've been told that if I flash the mysterious ID card with the Star Of David on it I'd actually get them for free. The thought of doing that has never crossed my mind though, I guess I still have some loyalty left.
Cycling to that part of London shows me how much things have changed since I used to make the same trip running errands for Ronnie and Reggie. Then I would regularly cycle from Vallance Road to Brixton to drop off the latest threat to the Richardsons, and most of the street signs would be in English. Now, particularly near Vallance Road it's as if I'm in a different world, and I've had to stretch my international language skills just a bit further. I've always had a knack for languages, well when you've had cause to visit 96% of the countries in the UN it comes in handy. Swahili, and Urdu were a breeze to pick up, struggled a bit with Australian and certain Scottish accents though.
We have a staff meeting today at the Hospital, these things are normally pretty boring, just running through trolley use that sort of thing, and I've always found that nobody worries if I sneak out while they're going on. In fact I could swear I sometimes hear a sigh of relief go up as I exit the door. I did sometimes make myself heard, but gave up when I thought nobody was listening to my ideas. With my oil pipeline building experience I offered to construct a pipeline from the geriatric ward direct into the drains here, that way they'd be no need to empty all the OAP's piss bags, just plumb them straight into the system. Never even got as far as the manager's door.
Never got around to picking up my 'Secret Agent' magazine over the weekend but I'll be off to the newsagents in Wimbledon as soon as I finish work, so if you're in the area and hear a helicopter or spot a sports bike with a Mossad symbol on the front, give me a wave.

Shalom

Get A Grip On Yourself
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Hide And Seek
Have you lot ever noticed how I don't get round to typing anything on here until late at the weekends? That's because on Saturdays I go to the Synagogue (obviously) and on Sundays I like to spend a few extra minutes under my Kevlar sheets dreaming about Helicopters, Black Clothing and Donkeys. Once I've got over that it's onto the Bike and a quick cycle up to the Bagel Bake in Brick Lane for some nice hot Bagels and a Bacon Sandwich.
I didn't bother going round to see that window cleaning bloke last night, not that I wasn't interested, but I don't have any fax paper knocking around my little bunker here, and I didn't want to disappoint him. I'll try and get hold of some at the Hospital tomorrow and we'll take things from there. I am seriously thinking about running for election so last night I started thinking about some policies which would appeal to the voters.
I believe the council could save itself some money by issuing all of its workers the same stuff to wear, and I'll be proposing a nice little black number which should go down a treat.
People who don't pay their council tax will be subject to trained assassination squads who will snatch them out of their beds at 3 in the morning. I bet that'll improve the collection rate.
I also think we should get our own Helicopter, this would come in very useful for my next distribution of Chocolates to single females in the area.
I've got loads of ideas to be honest, so don't be surprised if I harp on about them over the next few days, of course I'd also like to hear from any potential voters in my area, I am a man of the people after all.

Shalom

Once In A Lifetime
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: Rugby League
Spent last night fiddling with my knobs but didn't find anything interesting except for some Pizza delivery company and some chatter between a couple of Arabs which I didn't fully understand, I think they were plane spotters as they kept talking about Jumbo Jets and the like, maybe later on today I'll take a cycle up to Fairoaks and see if they're hanging around at the end of the runway, not that you'll see many Jumbo Jets taking off from there, it's an airport for more Clandestine activities.
Synagogue today was as exciting as ever, although what was noticeable was that ex councillor Liebemans position on the bench is now occupied by a group of people I didn't recognise. I asked around and were told that they were from the elite Bagel Protection Unit and they will be checking out others as they think more than one person may have been involved in the Bagel abuse. Also heard that Liebeman has also confessed to doing quite obscene things with a kosher pickle. He obviously thought his position would protect him, but that's the wonderful thing about Israel...nobody is too powerful to be able to cover up their crimes. Rabbi Goldberg did let slip that Liebeman is no longer in the country which means he's probably in a dank, dark cell somewhere in Tel Aviv, still that would be an improvement on a flat in Harlesden I suppose.
I will make my final decision about standing in the election to replace Liebeman this weekend. That window cleaning geezer has invited me over for a few drinks to discuss a "UJF Dream Ticket" as he describes it. He also told me to make sure I bring my car keys and some fax paper, can't think why. I may give it a miss, I'll see how I feel after I've downed a bargain bucket from KFC.

Shalom

Pretty Vacant
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Go With Noakes
Friday at last, and I'm pleased to report that Whizzer & Chips and The Beano did arrive yesterday. My Secret Agent magazine though hasn't arrived and now I know why. Turns out the publishers have got fed up with f***ing Postman Pat helping himself to a few free copies, so what they are going to do now is send me a coded message once a month. Once I crack the code I can go and pick it up. Got my message last night, cracked it almost right away, so later on it's off to Patel's Newsagents in Wimbledon where I should find it on the top shelf between 'Leather Joy Boys Weekly' and 'Big Silicone Jugs'. Odd place to put it if you ask me but at least it means some grubby schoolboy won't get his mitts on it.
Work is winding down nicely. Of course being mid-October it should start getting cold soon and I'll have to dig out my thermal skull cap. I'm told that you lose most of your body heat from your head, and one of my mates here reckons that in my case it's definitely true, every time I open my mouth he reckons it's all hot air. Maybe I should see one of the Quacks here. Then again maybe not, probably pick up MRSA or something. I'll give the Israeli Army medic a call instead.
I'm looking forward to a nice quiet weekend. I've nothing planned apart from my weekly dose of religion at the Synagogue, so once that's over I can retreat into my den at home and try and tune in to any secret conversations I can pick up on my new radio that I picked up from Argos the other day. It's a neat thing, got about 5 different frequencies on it, just last week I was tuning into the local Mini Cab office. Could have made a fortune nicking their fares but it's a tricky business picking up 4 people at a time on a bike, especially if they're already half pissed. Maybe I should put some petrol in the fastest VW in the west, might be able to afford it now.

Shalom

I'm Turning Japanese
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Strip Poker
F***ing Post Office, got home yesterday and all I had was the usual junk mail offering me dodgy credit cards and free refill magazines for my Uzi. When are they going to learn, I already have a double platinum Mossad Visa card that can not only be used to hire a 747 or a Helicopter at short notice, but has the added bonus of being accepted at Woolworths and Argos too. Of course my anger is mainly due to the failed arrival of my reading material, I'd actually picked up a roll of bog paper from the storage cupboard at the Hospital as I was expecting to be able to sit down and have a good read last night. Had to hold it all in until I got to work today, well I'm not flushing my bog and wasting bog paper at home...that costs money.
As expected the course I had to attend was a waste of time. It was very clear to me that the geezer running the class had never seen any action, and his opinions about Arabs had come straight out of that left wing rag 'The Guardian'. I had to listen to all this bullshit about how nice they really are, and how they'd give me a lift on the back of a camel should I ever get stranded in the Desert. What a W*nker. Last time I was out in the Desert the bastards were trying to shoot my balls off, hence the reason I spent a week in a foxhole with just a box of Milk Tray to eat. I tried to put him right but he wouldn't listen. After I heard that he thinks I may need to attend a few more of these classes. I'll say no more.
Still it was nice to meet a few more people who work here at the Hospital, I had never met a Proctologist until yesterday and he told me it was remarkable what noises I could make out of my arse, at least I think he was praising me for talking out of it.

Shalom

Hersham Boys
Mood:  irritated
F***ing politicians, they really get on my nerves. Thanks to that useless git Prescott and Jack Straw the Hospital has decided we all need to attend some ethnic diversity training to make sure we all get along swimmingly. Now I must admit I don't know what all the fuss is about. Have you seen some of those Arab Women? Well I've seen my fair share I can tell you and trust me...the veils are a blessing. I also don't need some poof from some trendy left wing school pointing out to me what an Arab looks like and what he believes in. Having attending the Ben Gurion Primary school, The Moshe Dyan Comprehensive, and last but not least Mossad Academy of spying skills I think I know all there is to know about f***ing Arabs and that is they strap dynamite around their bodies and blow themselves up at a whim.
Anyway rant over, but that's the reason I have to keep things short today as I've got to sit in on this class this afternoon, I'd much rather be pushing a trolley around to be honest, but in a way I'm looking forward to putting the instructor right on a few things. It doesn't matter what class I attend I always find a flaw in the lesson plan somewhere. That's the trouble with these people, never seen any action so they have no idea what they are talking about.
I'm looking forward to getting home later as I'm expecting the latest delivery of 'Secret Agent Magazine' to be sitting on my doorstep, I saved some money on it by combining it with my subscription to 'Whizzer & Chips' and 'The Beano' which is probably the must read magazine of any intellectual spy.

Shalom

I Don't Want To Go To Chelsea
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Coronation Street
OK, I'm feeling pretty lazy this morning, nothing dramatic is going on, there's no new scandals to go on about, and no interesting new patients to tell you about either...yep I'm bored.
So I've decided to dig through the e-mail archives once again and see if I can't answer any more of those pressing questions you've sent to me.
An F Fraser from London asks: As a highly experienced intelligence officer, you must have had to carry out a fair few interrogations, what is your favourite method of torture and why? Well I can't really go into details about Mossad interrogation methods as I'd be giving away Israeli State secrets, but it is true that I wrote the manual. However when I was working in London with a couple of geezers called Ronnie and Reggie we quite enjoyed using pliers to pull out finger nails, and red hot knives to brand people across the face. OK we never got much out of them but sometimes it's nice to see a grown man cry as I'm sure you'd agree.
Mr O.B. Laden from Whitechapel asks: As an expert in airport security, could you give me some clues how to beat the current restrictions on Hand Cream being taken onto aircraft? If I don't rub the cream into my hands regularly they get all rough and sore, and I can't get the blood out of them. Well a double question there. To answer your first one, go to Heathrow, you should be able to blend in with most of the staff at the airport and I'm sure if you cross a few palms with a few rupees someone will lend you their ID card. From there it'll be easy. As for your sore hands, I'm quite keen on the Nutrogena stuff myself, it doesn't leave an oily residue on your hands and they feel lovely and soft afterwards. I think you can buy it in duty free so smuggling it onboard shouldn't be a problem. Let me know how you get on.
OK, well here's hoping for more action today.

Shalom

Making Plans For Nigel
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: The Waltons
So it's Monday again, and once again I'm pushing people around for no real reason than they're too bloody bone idle to make their own way to X-Ray, The Arse Camera department or the operating theatre. It really gets to me that these people have perfectly functioning legs, typical of the way this country is going, everyone wants door to door service, no wonder we have so many fat bastards around. They would never have hacked it in the Israeli Army, there we were trained to hobble to the MASH tent if we'd lost a leg or something. About the only ones who don't have an excuse are the ones I wheel down to the Morgue.
Still it pays the bills, and the intelligence reports I send back to Tel Aviv are certainly going to help improve the Israeli Health Service. I'm also supposed to be on the look out for any possible terrorists, but the way London is going it's getting pretty difficult, Ali, Patel, Muhammed, Bin Laden how the hell am I supposed to work out who is who, be much easier if they actually put it down as their occupation when they first check in here.
I'm thinking about my next trip away, but as I've visited virtually every country in the world I'm looking for ideas. Remember earlier this year I was toying with going to Iraq, well just like the Tower Of London it's still full of f***ing Yanks although the ones in Iraq don't wear those stupid Rupert The Bear trousers, but I bet they still walk around with maps looking for 'Liesester Square'. I shouldn't knock them though, apart from us Jews, they're the only ones willing to give the thieving Arabs a good kick up the arse.

Shalom

Who's That Girl?
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Fun House
Well yesterdays trip to the Synagogue proved pretty boring. Rabbi Goldberg decided not to mention ex councillor Liebeman's current situation and carried on with the usual religious claptrap. That's one thing about the Synagogue here, it takes religion a bit too seriously. When I used to stay in my flat by Lake Geneva, the Synagogue there was used a clearing house for information between Mossad agents all over Europe, I've always found it strange how our rivals haven't worked that one out. Swiss Bank Accounts, Jews, Money, when you think about it it's pretty f***ing obvious. I was also pretty upset that I'd polished my medals and dusted off my tin skull cap for nothing. Goldberg never mentioned the Six Day War...bastard.
So what about Benny's new car I hear you ask. Well turns out that for Benny it's a pretty mundane choice, it's a Fiat Panda which he bought off of his Italian mate Benito. Benny seems to be slowly breaking away from the little group he joined up with. Turns out that after pretty strong sales of Stick on Foreskins, and some of those Auschwitz Tee shirts, the group wanted a bigger cut of the profits, and while Benny isn't what you'd call a good Jew he still has enough of it in his blood when it comes to money. So maybe the lazy c**t might finally get around to updating those webpages.
I'm still toying with the idea of standing in the by election caused by Liebeman's little indiscretion. I've already heard that quite a few of the candidates who stood before are standing again. I did receive a fax from someone representing the UJF asking me if I'd be interested in standing on a joint ticket but I think that's just a scheme to split the election costs...then again that might be a good idea f***ing expensive business elections. What is certain is that it'll be a much more open race this time, and I'm still yearning for that anti tank ditch.

Shalom

How Can I Be Sure?
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Cheggars Plays Pop
Well it's off to the good old Synagogue this morning, no doubt the main topic of conversation will still be ex councillor Liebeman's antics with unleavened bread. I know that Rabbi Goldberg is particularly upset about the whole thing, so maybe his sermon will actually be interesting for a change instead of the religious bullshit he normally spouts on about. As it's the anniversary of day 2 of the six day war, I'm hoping he brings that up, I've got my medals on me just in case.
Went out drinking last night but I made sure I steered clear of the heavy stuff like Carlsberg. I met up with a couple of former MI5 blokes who also push trolleys around but at different hospitals. It seems it's finally dawned on the intelligence services that people are vunerable when they're under the influence of drugs and scared shitless. You'd be amazed how many of them think they are about to die, normally happens just as I'm about to start describing the little incident with Yitzhak Rabin. I think some of the bastards are pretty ungrateful to tell the truth, I'm only trying to take their minds of their situation with some gentle small talk, which I am the undisputed master of.
One thing of note to mention today, I'm not cycling to the Synagogue, Benny left a message saying he wants to talk so he's giving me a lift. Tells me he has yet another new car. Benny has weird tastes when it comes to his transport so it'll be interesting to see what he's driving now.
OK, more tomorrow.

Shalom

More questions than answers
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Israeli/Swiss legendary Football moments
It's still pretty quiet at the hospital, and the ex councillor Liebeman is still stuck in his safe house in Harlesden as far as I know. It's looking grim for him as I've heard they found some Bagel crumbs in his Y fronts. Looks like he's finished and will be consigned to the history books.
So I've decided to answer a few more of the questions I receive through my e-mail (mossadhq@hotmail.co.uk). Todays questions have an American feel.
A Mr G.W. Bush from Washington DC asks me: I've got this problem in some country which I'm told is near Israel. What do I do? Well without knowing the full facts it's hard for me to comment. But it looks like you're having trouble with these thieving Arab gits. There's only one thing to do with Arabs or anyone who wears towels on their heads and prays to some bloke called Ali. Nuke the bastards, or failing that, turn a blind eye while Israel does it for you.
Mr E Humperdinck from Los Angeles has a financial question. Many years ago I did a runner from a small flat over a furniture shop in Cricklewood without paying rent. I'm feeling it a bit guilty about it now, so could you tell me how much I owe taking interest into account? This has a familiar feel to it, but my advice to you is to keep your mouth shut and go and blow the lot on a few guns from Walmart or something and have some fun at the local school. Chances are that furniture company has gone out of business anyway, I know the one I worked for did.
Finally Mr S Spielberg from Hollywood writes: I've read that you are questioning the accuracy of some Hollywood films. What did you think of my last one 'Munich', and would you like to help me with my forthcoming remake of 'Cockleshell Heroes'? Well I've seen 'Munich', and I must say it shows Mossad in a poor light, these guys seemed to know who they were bumping off when in reality we used to just check the local phone book and pick out any Arab sounding names for special treatment. I would be delighted to help you with the Cockleshell Heroes remake, let's get that right.

OK, if nothing else happens I've got more stored up for tomorrow.

Shalom

Secrets and Lies
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: The Little Mermaid
I've been asked a few questions lately so in the absence of anything else, I thought I'd answer a couple of them.
Firstly whatever happened to Benny Slibowitz the internet king? Well Benny is still alive and kicking, as I said he took an assignment to infiltrate a right wing group a little too seriously, as a result he is a little alienated from our community at the moment, although he does appear at the Synagogue from time to time. Until he sees the light again, we probably won't be updating the webpages. One thing I did learn is that he is in trouble with the people behind Celebrity Concentration Camp as he allegedly took pictures of the recent auditions and sold them to the Imperial War Museum for some exhibition they are running there.
What about Celebrity Concentration Camp? Well I heard nothing back from the producers, and it now appears as if the thing is dead in the water as they've been having trouble signing anyone up for it. Even Russell Grant and Christopher Biggins said no, and if you can't book them, you can't book anybody as they are normally pretty desperate for work. Stan Collymore said he'd do it, but only if he got to do some dogging while filming. The producers declined his offer.
Where do you work? If I told you that I'd have to kill you, do you really think I'd blow my own cover? I'll give you a couple of clues, I work in the NHS and I push a trolley. See if you can track me down now.
OK, well none of you were very alert the other day and mentioned Yom Kippur, I'm most disappointed that nobody thought about the anniversary of my greatest moment, still there's always next year.

Shalom

Killer Dachshunds
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Russian Roulette
Well last night I was rudely awaken by a vibrating sensation in my trouser pocket. I'd almost forgotten about that little trinket I'd picked up from Madam Sue's Bondage Emporium but it wasn't that. My Mossad issue phone was summoning me. It's f***ing awful that I should get woken up at 10 at night after a hard day skiving at the Hospital. Even worse that I'm told that I have to get down to Fairoaks and escort some mutts up to the safe house in Harlesden.
I've heard about the elite killer Dachshund unit, but until last night I'd never had any contact with them. Strange looking bunch they are, don't look tough at all, and as for the f***ing dogs, don't even go there. Stupid looking things about six inches off of the ground, viscious...don't make me laugh. It just goes to show how far standards have fallen in Tel Aviv. When I was in the Dog unit we used German Shepherds, which was pretty controversial if you look at the role they played in Nazi Germany, but there just wasn't any decent Jewish dogs around at the time.
Anyway I ended up having to escort these things up to some well dodgy looking estate in Harlesden, although I was glad I didn't have to take them all the way. The exact location of the Ex councillor is a closely guarded secret, there are a lot of people who would like to get to him. Me...well I'm just thinking what I could do with the power and influence being on the local council could do for me. I'd get that anti tank ditch built around my house after all, plus the odd little backhander to supplement my poor porter's wages. It's becoming very tempting.

Shalom

The plot thickens
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Casino Royale
One of the things that pisses me off with new technology is when it goes wrong. Take yesterday for instance, I spend ages tapping out a nice long entry about Ex councillor Liebeman's situation and what happens...it f***ing disappears into nowhere that's what. At the speed I type that f***ing thing took me about an hour so I didn't have time to repeat it. That's what comes of using freebie services I suppose, maybe I shouldn't be so tight fisted.
Anyway just to bring you all up to date, the ex-councillor has been whisked away by Mossad Microlight aircraft to a safe house in Harlesden. I was thinking about paying him a visit, but Harlesden's a bit too dodgy for me, last time I went up there someone nicked me bike. I'm going to do a bit of digging around though as I think he might have been framed. Local politics is a dirty business and I think more than one person is coveting his seat, and I'm not talking about any uphill gardeners if you know what I mean. While Mossad take a hard line on Bagel abuse, to me it is a victimless crime, the Bagels get eaten in the end anyway so what harm has been done.
Hospital duties are all very mundane at the moment. I see a lot of scared people on my trolley during the day, but I use my conversational powers to calm them down. One person actually said it was a pleasure to have a camera shoved up his arse after I'd finished telling him about the Fairoaks Airport story. I think I should go and see the DTM and ask for a pay rise. Talking of the DTM, he's been told that basing shift patterns on the Moon and Tides will have to be cleared by the unions first, so until then it's all back to normal.

Shalom

What happened?
I did post something here today but it appears to have disappeared. Never mind, I'll repeat it tomorrow if it doesn't come back.

Shalom

Councillor Liebeman...The mystery deepens
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Adventures Of Roobarb and Custard
Well yesterday went by pretty quickly. Like quite a few other interested parties I headed off down to the Synagogue to listen to Rabbi Goldberg read out Liebeman's prepared statement, and to see if I could get some more detail as to what he had been doing.
Well the statement was pretty bland, all the old bullshit about how sorry he was, and how he hoped we'd forgive him, blah blah blah. Does he really think we're going to forget it all so quickly?
However what was far more interesting was some of the lurid details, and I even managed to get a peek at some of the images in question. Apparently Liebeman had been using his Mossad taught lock breaking skills to sneak into various bagel bakeries around town on Saturdays when they were closed, knock up a batch of Bagels and he then filmed himself having sex with them. What sort of sick bastard does that? Even worse, it's believed he then finished them, put them into a paper bag, and sold them on the black market at our synagogue. Always wondered why the Salt Beef Bagels seemed particularly salty, now I have an idea, and it's not very appealing.
As for those images of Yasar Arafat, I won't even go there, but at least now I know what he used to keep under that towel he always wore on his head.
Anyway after all of these details I'm sort of off Bagels at the moment, and I'll be doing my bread buying at Percy Ingles or Tesco's for a little while.
As for Liebeman, well his house is empty as he has done a runner and I think that's probably for the best. He'll probably resurface again somewhere just like the last geezer I know who tried to avoid the consequences of his action, of course that is my famous Engelbert Humperdinck story which I will tell you another time.

Shalom

Councillor Liebeman Quits!
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Button Moon
Morning all, sorry about the lack of update yesterday but I was feeling pretty lazy, felt I had f**k all to say, plus there was some hot news coming in that I wanted to keep track of, I just couldn't believe it was true. Councillor Liebeman has quit without warning!
It's the talk of the Synagogue today, and the man himself was noticeable by his absence, although I can confirm that he has not been whisked out of the country from Fairoaks on a strange plane bearing Israeli markings, but if what I'm hearing is true, no wonder he is keeping a low profile.
Now as you know, the councillor was a man with powerful connections, even more powerful than mine. Normally these connections plus the mysterious ID card with the Star of David on it would be more than enough to keep you out of trouble. Bearing this in mind we can be certain that the councillor has not been caught kiddie fiddling or anything else of that nature. The story I'm getting though is even more horrifying than that, and is tantamount to treason.
Yesterday morning, an elite squad of Mossad IT guys swooped on his house at dawn. Now while I'm a bit of a wizard on computers, these guys are something else. Talking to one of these guys, it appears that not only has the councillor been downloading pictures of Yassar Arafat, but there are a series of images of him doing something so heinous it makes me sick to my stomach. Yep, you've guessed it, he has been molesting young Bagels! Now having worked in the Bagel Bake for many years I'm well aware of what goes into making a good Bagel, and I have to say that a certain part of my anatomy was not involved, from what I've heard the councillor disagrees.
Anyway as soon as the news broke, the councillor had no choice but to resign in shame, which means in the next few weeks we're going to have a by-election here. This means the area will be full of drop outs and various unsavoury characters - and that's just the candidates. I'm thinking of putting my skull cap into the ring, but I'll see what else emerges over the next few days before I commit myself to anything.
Just to show you that I do have my finger on the pulse, I've just heard that Rabbi Goldberg is going to read out a statement by the ex councillor this afternoon, I'll tell you about that tomorrow.

Shalom

I'm still here
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Cops and Robbers
This has to be very brief as I've just been told to get into work, it's not an emergency, but our new DTM thinks he has miscalculated the movements of the Moon or something and needs some extra trolley pushing muscle right now.
This whole thing is screwing me up, I didn't even work such crappy hours when I was with Mossad or the Israeli Army. In fact the nearest I've ever come to it is when I was with the Krays back in the 1960's when I'd get phone calls at all sorts of odd hours to drop off some warm Bagels or Brown Ale for Ronnie...tight fisted git he was...never gave me a tip the bastard!
Anyway I mustn't speak ill of the dead, and I did have a lot of fun with them overall, although it all started to go downhill when I got talking to some geezer called Read or something. It didn't help when Ronnie found out that one of the Snakes I delivered when he moved into that posh flat in the Barbican was really a prototype Mossad bugging device, although he found it strangely amusing in some warped way, especially after he'd finished tying it round my neck.
Anyway, better search out my bike clips and get moving.

Shalom

Bloody Shift Changes
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Adventures of Skippy The Bush Kangaroo
These shift changes are driving me f***ing mad, not only has our new DTM got a thing about the Moon, he's now working out our rosters using the tides of the Thames as well. It's causing chaos in the Hospital as he reckons that our workload ebbs and flows just like tides, so now when it's high tide at London Bridge there's loads of us in, when it reaches low tide hardly anybody's there. That's all well and good, but when high tide is three in the morning it seems a little strange to have all of us dedicated trolley pushers on standby and everyone else is asleep. I'm sure it'll settle down soon, either that or he'll get promoted or something.
He reminds me of a commander we had during the Six Day War. He had some warped ideas too, although we had a particularly effective way of getting rid of him, a couple of quiet bullets sorted him out.
Rabbi Goldberg gave me a call last night, and wanted to know if I'd do him a favour. He said he'd received some alarming reports from other Rabbis in the area about some window smashing going on. He wanted to know if I'd do some sniffing around and see what I could find out. Think I'd better not pursue that one too much. In the meantime our Russian security friends have stepped up security at our Synagogue.
Ok, well I'd better go and study the tide schedules at London Bridge to find out when I'm next at work.

Shalom