I Did It My Way
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Hockey
There are times when it isn't easy to write this thing, you know slow news days, nothing going on at work, no East End Gangsters whom I may or may not have known getting into trouble with the law again.
Today is such a day, the initial excitement about standing for election has passed, now the serious stuff has to begin, and I have to start being nice to people for a change. Now I don't think I'm a bad bloke overall, I'll quite happily share my fags and a few stories with anybody, but kissing babies and all that other crap that goes with being a politician does my head in. I would let the Window Cleaner bloke do all that, but I think he may have a mental problem or two, I've noticed how he keeps asking women to pick car keys out of a bowl, strange thing is, his are the only ones in it.
Anyway later today, I'll be off round to Benny's as we'll start designing the literature to be used on our door to door campaign. Benny has some interesting ideas about holding rallies, burning books, and smashing windows to get us some publicity. He reckons that as I have the mysterious ID card with a Star of David on it, the Police will be too scared to arrest me for fear of what I might arrange for them in return. That's a thought, I sometimes forget how that ID card allows me to break the Law at will.
OK, well it's Sunday and Bagel time.

Shalom

Saturday Night Fever
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Tennis
Well, late update today as we had our first election strategy meeting. Had to wait until after Synagogue though, got to get that out of the way, and as per usual it was as boring as hell. I also have to keep this short.
The election has been scheduled for 21 st December, which means I might be in power for Christmas, and also means we have to get our fingers out and crank up our vote winning machine.
The Window Cleaner and Benny have come up with some interesting policies, and Benny has promised to make sure our election leaflets are put up online so you can all see them, something I think the other candidates won't be doing, just like Goebbels with Adolf Hitler, Benny seems to have todays technology cracked with regard to propaganda, I can hardly wait.
Anyway, more detail tomorrow, I'm out of bog paper so I'm off to the Hospital to use the traps.

Shalom

Strangers In The Night
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Rounders
Well no sooner than I mention old Rummy Rumsfeld, than the man himself not only added a comment onto the bottom of the page, but also left something on the guestbook too. Well on a personal note Rummy, if you're ever in the Tooting area, drop by the Synagogue on a Saturday and I'll buy you a Pretzel.
All that talk of Coronation Street certainly livened me up, and I spent last night checking out the 1989 Coronation Street Annual. Ena Sharples wasn't in it by then, or if she was the pages were stuck together so I couldn't see them, but it's full of such lovable characters as Mike Baldwin, and of course the Stud of The Street Ken Barlow. He's almost as successful with the ladies as I am, although admittedly I had an advantage being stuck in a Cairo prison for a few months and could play the field...at least they said they were female.
Anyway last day of the week today, and it's rumoured we'll finally learn the date of the election to replace that pervert Liebeman. Me, Benny, and the Window cleaner are going to get together after Synagogue tomorrow to discuss tactics. It's all very exciting to be able to get into politics after all these years. For a long time while I was with Mossad I was busy taking head shots at these guys, now I'll finally be standing on a platform and putting my verbal skills to good use. I can't wait, and it'll be interesting to see who else puts their name forward, apparently there may well be some big hitters standing so it could be a tough race.

Shalom

Like A Virgin
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Basketball
So Donald Rumsfeld is no longer the US defence chief. I was quite sad to hear that news as me and 'Rummy' go back a long way. It was when we were playing a game of battleships that the subject of Iraq first came up. He asked me what I think they should do about the place, my advice was "it's full of Arabs...bomb the bastards". It's so nice that he took my advice, even if things haven't gone so well for him since.
Anyway that aside last night I settled back to watch TV. One of my favourite programmes has alway been "Coronation Street" even though it doesn't have many Jewish characters. I remember when it was on in black and white all those years ago, me, Ronnie and Reggie would stop the beating we were dishing out just to see what was going on in the 'Rovers'. Must admit back then I had a bit of a thing for Ena Sharples, always wondered what was under that hairnet of hers. I used to fantasise about a threesome with Ena and Minnie Caldwell. Pissed off Ronnie a bit as his box of Kleenex used to run down pretty quickly whenever the episode had a lot of Ena action, not that I saw it as I was busy in the bog...I'll say no more. "Coronation Street" hasn't been the same since those characters left, they've tried to jazz it up a bit by introducing such minxes as Deirdre Barlow and Gail whatever her name is, but nobody ever beat Ena Sharples, although Annie Walker pushed her close at times. Then there was Albert Tatlock but I won't go there.
Anyway after 'Corrie' finished I twiddled with my knobs for a while but to no avail, there just isn't much going on on the airwaves these days, that's the power of the Internet for you, maybe I should get a copy of "Internet Hacking For Dummies" as that's where all the action is. I'll put that on my list for later.

Shalom

You're Fired
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Netball
It's days like these that I really enjoy what I do. Unlike the Duty Trolley Manager, the cleaning supervisor for our contractors appreciates my work. I noticed today that the cleaner I've been trailing wasn't in today, and it turns out that he's been sacked. My evidence was enough to kick him out for misuse of company property. As a little thank you I got a little brown envelope left in my pigeonhole. Inside was an 10% off voucher for Domestos and a packet of B&H. I probably overdid things somewhat, but he was delighted to hear that every other cleaner is toeing the company line and saving company resources.
So it was with a spring in my step that I returned back to normal trolley pushing duties. The amount of stupid cases we get in a large inner city Hospital like ours never ceases to amaze me. I really don't know why people can't sort things out for themselves. Some geezer came in today looking for someone to peel his Banana, for f**ks sake this is a Hospital, admittedly he had no arms but that shows a real lack of foresight on his part. If you've got no arms, don't buy fruit that needs peeling. Not exactly rocket science is it? Then there was the bloke who had cut himself shaving, little cuts all over the top of his head. Jesus, who taught him to shave? When we were in the desert we had to make do with a piece of tin foil which doubled up as our Razor and mirror. This bloke was trying for the "suedehead" look and failed miserably.
Anyway I've got a few minutes break, time to smoke a couple of B&H.

Shalom

My Bucket's got a hole in it
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Mastermind
Pretty successful day yesterday, I've built up quite a dossier of evidence against this cleaner who is quite obviously taking his job far too seriously. First off he actually changes the water in his bucket pretty regularly, then he carefully rinses out his mop in clean water, but worst of all is the amount of Domestos he is using, he got through an entire bottle yesterday. To make matters worse, he even cleaned the public bogs in the A&E waiting room. Everybody knows that you leave them to fester so nobody wants to linger in there. Still he does have one good point, he leaves some bog rolls on his trolley so I managed to get a few extra supplies in for home.
I'll be seeing his boss later on and will present my evidence so far, I didn't go so far as taking pictures, but I did retrieve his empty Domestos bottle from the bin which I'll send to Tel Aviv for DNA sampling if necessary.
All this has made me take a close look at what all the other cleaners are up to, and I'm pleased to see that they are more than making up for the wastefulness of one of their mates. One of them doesn't even bother putting water in their bucket but just drags a dry mop across the floor. With the efforts of people like that, we'll be able to sit proudly at the top of one of the many NHS league tables, this one being the rate of MRSA infections. It at least makes sure the Hospital gets in the paper once a year.
Of course when we were working in the MASH units during the Six Day War we never even had the luxury of cleaners, and when we ran short of bandages we had to use Donkey shit to dress the wounds, although for some reason we only ever ran out when we got round to the Arab patients...Ahhhh...those were the days.

Shalom

I Turn To Stone
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Blue's Clues
Well all in all a good weekend, good KFC and some nice hot Bagels. Pity about Chelsea/Fulham not playing too well but can't win them all, plus it was nice of them to let the Jewish team win.
Back at the Hospital today and I have a special assignment. I've been told to keep an eye on one of our cleaners. They suspect he has been using too much cleaning gear as the rate of MRSA has dropped in the area he is responsible for. The cleaning company are obviously concerned about their profits, and he should only be using one bottle of Domestos a week. They think he might be getting through a bottle a day and that's not on. So I'm in disguise and keeping at a discreet distance as I prowl around the corridors. I have enough evidence to get him in trouble already. I noticed he actually changed the water in his bucket after mopping some of the floor, so he's not only costing his company, he's costing the Hospital too with a higher water and gas bill...the bastard.
It's nice to be doing something with some secrecy attached to it for a change. I enjoy pushing my trolley around, but it lacks a certain something that sliding down ropes from Helicopters onto embassy rooftops has. I've often thought that the Medical Helicopter should deliver any patients to us in that way too, be quicker that's for sure, but whenever I bring it up to the powers that be they don't want to know.
Anyway my cleaner has just finished his lunch so it's back to work. I weighed his Domestos bottle before he went to lunch so I know how much he has used. I'll check it again at the end of the day.

Shalom

Hopelessly Devoted To You
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Hornby Railways
I decided to hit KFC in the end yesterday, bought myself a Bargain Bucket, and slumped back in the hot seat at home watching my Trumpton video box set which I'd ordered off of Amazon the other week. I enjoy a bit of puppet on puppet action, and this certainly met my needs. The KFC was delicious by the way, but before you lot think I ate the whole box, I decided to send a couple of drumsticks to Mossad scientists back in Jerusalem for analysis so the Colonel's secret recipe can be revealed once and for all, or at least to me so I can cook my own stuff at home rather than pay the price KFC want for it.
I sort of passed out as I decided to hit the booze and had half a can of Carlsberg with my meal.
This morning it was business as usual, hopped on the bike up to the Bagel bake, and as I type I have some steaming hot Bagels waiting for me to enjoy. They'll go down well with tape 2 of the Trumpton collection. Mind you with old Saddam Hussein being given his marching orders today maybe I'll settle for knocking back the rest of the Carlsberg. They really could have saved themselves a lot of time and trouble by just giving Mossad the contract in the first place, rather than going through a trial, that's cost a lot of money and didn't really make good TV either.
Anyway the Butter is leaking out of the Bagels, and I'm hungry.

Shalom

You're The One That I Want
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Ken Dodd's Tax Evasion game
Well, it's always tough getting out of bed in the morning, even tougher when it's a Saturday and you have to go and listen to Rabbi Goldberg's inane ramblings as he reads more from the works of Toyah Wilcox. Now Goldberg's not really that bad a bloke, he'll stand his round in Starbucks for instance, but the geezer's never seen any action, he never had the right stuff to become a Special Forces Rabbi, and I'm think he's jealous of those of us who made into elite sections of the Army. I'm think that explains his endorsement of a rival candidate in the council election.
Had a good long chat with Benny this morning, and he has got some outfits he wants me to try. Apparently they will definitely make me stand out from the crowd. He calls them a retro Germanic style of clothing, and has offered to post pictures on the website once I'm've done some posing in them so everyone can see what a strong leader I'm'd make.
I'm not sure yet how I'm'm going to spend the rest of my day. I'm might perch up on the roof opposite the local Mosque and hone my sniping skills by taking imaginary head shots at anyone entering the place. I'm might even go shopping, but I can't do that until Tesco's reduce the prices on the stuff they want to get rid of. My strongest urge though is for some KFC and I'm think that'll win in the end. They're always going on about the secret blend of herbs and spices, and I'm think it's time I'm started to investigate that.

Shalom

Let's Get Physical
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Beethoven's 9th Symphony
Well I'm back again, I spent the day away from this for more than one reason. One of them was that I was feeling f***ing lazy, which isn't really unusual I suppose, but the main reason was that it was time for my annual Mossad medical and skills refresher.
For many years we used to do it at some place near Hereford. It was something to do with a Scandinavian Airline if I remember correctly, and boy it must have been tough to get a flight attendants job with them, although I'm not too sure about their customer service skills. No women either which probably confirms what I've always thought about geezers who do that job and that is that they're a bunching of f***ing poofs.
Anyway like any organisation, Mossad has had to watch the old purse strings, although being a Jewish body this has always been a requirement. Now we go to Tesco's in Milton Keynes and use the free blood pressure testing machine just inside the door, then we go to some place where we spend 15 minutes playing Laser Tag or something. I tell you some of those seven year olds are really f***ing sharp, so to get through the time frame without being shot more than 10 times is pretty good going. As per usual I passed with no problem, although spending most of the time hiding behind a barrel helped, and my mysterious ID card with the Star of David on it has been stamped for another year.
Got back here late last night - well trying to dodge ticket inspectors on the train is time consuming, they don't pay us any expenses - and just crashed out. It's a nice feeling though to be passed as fit for another year, and I look forward to being available to sorting out all the international crisis that they can throw at me.

Shalom

Taking a breather
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Nothing
Well as everything is so quiet and for once I have nothing to say, I'm going to give the computer a rest for a couple of days.
I have a few things planned during that time, and I'll be back on Friday - that's the 3rd of November for those of you who can't count - to lighten up cyberspace a bit.
See you then.

Shalom

A Nightmare On Elm Street
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: The Monster Mash
Things really have settled into a bit of a routine again, I eat, sleep, "work". Unlike the old days, I can't even spice things up by hanging around with East End Gangsters, or taking out undesirables with a head shot. Political correctness has even infiltrated Mossad, and we're now required to arrange an appointment with any potential victim, where they agree to stand in front of the appropriate window at the correct time. Ever since this policy was introduced, the assassination rate has plummeted, but so have the number of complaints and I suppose that's what the pen pushers wanted. At least we managed to get them to scrap the idea of sending out equal opportunities forms beforehand. I have this feeling that a lot of our clients may have fallen into a particular category.
So it looks like I'll be spending a fair bit of time this week twiddling with the knobs on my shortwave radio trying to pick up any chatter which may either put someone in a position worthy of the front page of the News Of The World, or maybe I can make a few extra shekels nicking the fares off of Mini Cab firms.
Whatever, if it's this dull tomorrow, I may have to dip into the old postbag once more and see what I can reply to without giving away state secrets.

Shalom

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: With my Meccano set
There's nothing better on a Sunday afternoon than lying back in your armchair, with butter from a red hot Bagel dripping down your chin. It's bliss, even if it is a bit messy.
Looks like ex councillor Liebeman isn't the only high ranking Jew in trouble. I see that the president of our Kosher state has also been dallying in things he shouldn't have been. These people who think they've made it big think they can get away with anything. Unfortunately for them, there are people like me who have the job to make sure they are kept in their place.
Benny has been unusually friendly lately, I get the impression that he thinks the Window Cleaning Alliance actually stand a chance in the upcoming election. Benny was never particularly friendly with Liebeman, but he tells me he can almost smell the corridors of power in our grasp. Bit dramatic in the language there, but I'm more concerned that there may be a split in the Jewish vote and Labour or something will get in. Benny has some ideas about how we can really grab the attention of the voters, and at some stage this week, we'll get together and discuss them. He doesn't seem too keen on that window cleaning bloke getting involved for some reason though.
Anyway, they're paging me in the Hospital, which means they've either discovered a dodgy looking package, uncovered a terrorist, or some OAP has got their wheelchair stuck in the bog door again.

Shalom

Clocks
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Dr Who
I hate it when the clocks go back. because I'm not sure who changes when, I end up staying up until 2 in the morning and then watch my Atomic powered world clock change or not change depending on what that country's policy is. I don't have a clue about some of them, take the Taleban for instance, I don't think they even have clocks, I think they set the time by when the Donkey craps or something.
So I had a lie in this morning to get over my late night. Fortunately though, the Bagel Bake is open all day on Sunday so I've had time to get up there and get a nice hot one. I can't wait until it gets a bit colder and we have some snow, it's always more exciting skiing to Brick Lane, you should see the look on the faces of the locals as I go slaloming down the Bethnal Green Road, mind you by the look of them I don't think many have seen snow, let alone a pair of skis, probably don't get much of that in Calcutta or where ever they're from.
Benny called me last night and tells me that his friends are prepared to help me with my election campaign. He tells me they will be particularly useful at meetings of the other candidates. I assume they are extremely good debaters and will throw my opponents off balance a little. I won't have any of those problems, as I've mentioned before, my verbal skills are second to none. I can talk the hind legs off of a Donkey if need be, got me out of many a tight scrape.
Anyway, I'm going to settle back and have a nice Hot Bacon Bagel.

Shalom

Hurt
Mood:  crushed out
Now Playing: Ice Age
Rabbi Goldberg is a c***! I know that is not the nicest thing I can say about him but today at the Synagogue he really annoyed me. Last week he told anyone who would listen that he hadn't worked out who he would be supporting in the Liebeman replacement election. Now I find he has been pushing for Lenny Finkelberger who owns the Tailor's down the road. Should have guessed, Goldberg does seem to have a different suit on every week. How my highly trained Mossad senses failed to pick that up I'll never know. So it looks like it could be a dirty campaign, the date of which will be decided in the next week or so.
As for Liebeman himself...well one of my sources over in the homeland tells me he is in such disgrace that he has Arabs in the cell next to him. Let me tell you that for any Jew to be sharing your bog with an Arab is absolute humiliation. Don't know whether they've forced him into Friday prayers or not, I'll try and find out.
Got a quiet weekend planned, as soon as I finish this I'll be off to Tesco's. I try and leave it a little late to see if I can catch the almost out of date stuff being sold cheap, otherwise it goes to the homeless and that'll never do. Recently it's become quite a scramble, before I only had OAP's to contend with, now there's a big gang of Eastern Europeans to deal with too, I've charged up my Taser gun which I hope will give me an advantage, particularly if they've got some Bacon going cheap.
So without further ado, I'd better go and get on my cycling gear and head out.

Shalom

Friday Night Lights
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Benny Hill Show
You know, getting those teabags and the Christmas Pudding yesterday really made me look seriously at all the gifts I have scattered around my safe house. Over they years through various methods, I have been rewarded for my efforts. The Kennedy family allowed me to keep the suit from November 1963, after it had been dry cleaned of course, but I've not kept the figure to wear it anymore. Then there was my police caution from running on the pitch at Wembley in 1966, that sits proudly in a frame on display in the bog. Never told Mossad about that though, might have spoilt my chances of getting in. Sporting trophies also adorn the house, the only award of double platinum from the International Olympic Committee sit above my fridge. I got those during the 1969 Tel Aviv winter Olympics for winning both the giant slalom and downhill competitions at the same time, even more remarkable as I did it on a Unicycle. So as you can see a bag of teabags probably doesn't mean that much to me. In fact I tried one last night and it was like drinking field rations again, like a cup of tea made out of filtered piss.
Anyway I'm winding down for the weekend now, and rumours here at the Hospital reckon we're going to get remote controlled trolleys to try and reduce the number of back injuries among my highly skilled division. We're all highly trained and highly tuned so these are not uncommon, plus it's an easy way to get a few weeks off work, even the Queen does it so it can't be all bad. Still it's probably all talk, it'll cost money and that's something they don't like to spend on the likes of me.

Shalom

It's Yesterday Once More
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Twister
Well everything is back to normal today, I worked out what was going on with the phone. Turns out that Window cleaning geezer had been trying to send me a fax and left it on auto redial. When I asked him why he was trying so late he just mumbled something about a party, car keys, and pictures of semi naked women. Fair enough at the weekend, but during the week, way out of order. I have given him a warning so hopefully he won't do it again.
One of the nice things you get from working at a Hospital is that from time to time you get some recognition from your clients, or patients as the NHS prefers to call them. Today there was a little package waiting for me at the reception of the A&E department. At first I thought I was going to have to go into Bomb Disposal mode, but in the absence of any red and blue wires I soon relaxed. Turns out that the bloke who spent so long in the psycho ward a few months was very grateful for my kindness, and he sent me a bag of LT teabags and a Christmas pudding as a gift. Now I don't want to sound ungrateful, but a box of 400 B&H would have been more appreciated. Bit worried about the teabags and pudding too, not sure if LT products used a different sell by date coding system, but looking at these suggests they're about 25 years old. I'll give them a try anyway and if it's a genuine Christmas pudding I should find half a Dinari or something inside it, that'll make it all worth my while, plus Hospital bogs are normally pretty well blessed for bog paper should the worst happen.
Anyway better stash this stuff away in my locker, should be able to fit them in if I shift the position of my Uzi and the spare magazine clips around a bit.

Shalom

Army Dreamers
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: Wake Up To Wogan
Bloody early morning calls, I hate them, even more so when it's dark outside. Now being in the line of work I once was, you'd think I was used to obscure hours. After all stakeouts of Arabs and anyone else we didn't like was all par for the course. Honestly though, pissing into an old orange juice carton sort of loses its appeal after a while, especially when you nod off and forget you did it, it certainly wakes you up when you go to take a swig. Luckily though, being top of my class meant that I got to work the day shift most of the time, and when I clocked off at 5 pm I could go and party with the likes of Sophia Loren, Kirk Douglas and Carlos The Jackal.
Anyway, this morning feels like one of those boring stakeouts. Some bastard has obviously done something to my phone and it keeps ringing every 30 seconds. When I answer it I get the bleep of a fax machine. Why don't I turn it off you may ask? Well I'm on 24 hour call, not only with the Hospital, but with the UN as well, and I'd never hear the end of it if I missed a call.
That's why I'm typing so f**king early. I'm awake now and as alert as a cat, plus it gives me something to do while the phone keeps ringing. I can't wait to get to work and get away from the thing, but one thing's for sure, as soon as I get a chance I'll be on to the Mossad telecom department so they can track down the wanker who is doing this to me. They'll be very sorry I can tell you, if you see some dodgy looking black cars parked in your street you'll know I'm onto you.

Shalom

Who Wants To Live Forever
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Sir Prancelot
Well it was all go yesterday but today it looks like it's back to being able to laze around a bit, so as soon as I finish typing this I can start to dream about hot gun shafts and the like.
Spoke to Benny last night about election leaflet designs and he has some ideas which he thinks will be quite striking, they also have the added attraction of being relatively familiar to anyone who watches the History Channel. Benny reckons that this will help make my literature stand out from the opposition and I can regard virtually all of the channel's output as one long advert. Sounds like a plan to me, it really is beginning to look like I can do this election on the cheap.
Of course I can't neglect my other duties and take my eye off the ball as regard international events. I see the Yanks are still having trouble with their sightseeing tours of Baghdad, my mate Dik Chay Nee's lot down in North Korea have built some great f**k off fireworks that also have the Yanks running scared, and there have been an alarming number of Bicycle thefts in Ramsgate which I will probably make a priority to sort out, if that sort of thing gets left unchecked there who knows where it might spread out to. Then of course there are lots of Milk Tray and Pepsi Max stuff to take care of...as you can see it looks like I'm going to be pretty busy in the next few weeks.
With that in mind I'm going to get in a few minutes nap time...Ahhh I can almost smell the gunpowder now.

Shalom

Watching The Detectives
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Dora The Explorer
Well bit late today, the bastards at the Hospital expected me to actually do some work today, and there was I hoping to be able to kick back and slobber over pictures of guys in hoods and machine guns.
Got a fax from the Window cleaning bloke this morning, reckons he can set up a campaign office for us free of charge. Apparently one of his clients, a large engineering company, have lousy security so we can sneak in there and use their photocopiers, phones, computers, whatever whenever we like. Sounds good to me, so even if Goldberg doesn't rattle the tin can on my behalf it's no big deal. Looks like it's all systems go for the election.
The council haven't yet set the date to replace Liebeman, but if my intelligence is correct, it'll probably take place on a Thursday. I'm quite pleased about that as it means it won't clash with the Synagogue, and means that the bulk of the Jewish vote won't have an excuse not to vote because they're winding down for the Sabbath.
Now I've really got to knuckle down and do some thinking. I need to win people over. Now public speaking won't be a problem, one thing I don't have a problem with is talking, in fact I used to win all the debating prizes at the Moshe Dayan comprehensive, the opposition had no answer to my oratory skills. I do though need to work out some stuff for election publicity, I have some ideas, and I'll be running over them with Benny later on. As a master designer I'm sure he'll be able to come up with a catchy symbol like Labour's Rose, or the Conservative's drawing by a mentally challenged kid. Maybe I should run a contest on here, be interesting to see what my avid readers could come up with.
Anyway, they've just put out a call for me on the Hospital PA, no rest for the wicked eh.

Shalom