Hello again iiwiiers
I overslept today and didn't go on the long journey, so I got to recharge my batteries (not that I'm a robot), and it was fate, it wasn't me being rubbish or anything like that. I had a headache earlier, which must be because of how bloody hard I work, but I don't have it anymore. It's history. I watched next week's Torchwood earlier, with Martha Jones, like I said I would, mark my words, I said, and I was right, oh ye of little faith, it's been on BBC3 of course, it's just not on BBC2 until next week, I've not got special access or anything like that, anyway, it was very good, it wasn't that that gave me the headache, it couldn't have been. If I was nitpicking I'd say that you'd have a job deleting someone's medical records with a computer in the UK, they're mostly on paper.
I'm seriously thinking of selling my Polonium-210 Restaurant and getting out of the business. I know I've said that before, but I really am. It's Wally Punter again, of course, what a troublesome customer he is. My head waiter currently stays in a room above the restaurant, but he's been looking for his own place. But Wally said that if he moved out then he would, you guessed it, be 'forced to act.' What is his problem? What does it matter to him where Colin lives? It was bad enough when I caught him altering the rota, but I don't see the sense in this at all. All those screaming girls were outside again and they loved it, but somehow I didn't really feel like going out and asking them if they could explain. Last time I tried I just got a load of barely coherent squealing about how virile he is. If he doesn't calm down soon I think I'm going to start putting something in his soup for his hormonal problem.
Van Of The Day Film For Historians Of The Day: Mazda Bongo Brawny (1983)
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