Oh sambucca, leave me alone!

Oh thou naughtest of drinks, you've taken my legs away again! A night on the turps in Cod Town, enormous quantities of bitter and wine consumed, although I'd have to say, not in the same glass; followed by the Harrogate Liver Tenderiser in copius shots. Remember boys and girls, midweek drinking is good for you. Ahem. Honest guv. Today I feel excellent, raring to go, not in the least bit queasy. And I may be fibbing a bit too.

So, where does the week leave me? Well, from the excitment on Monday, we've got a congratulatory message from one of our little tin gods. VSenior bloke was visiting when the job went down, came to visit, and this LTG has sent us a message saying that "I had dinner with ***** ******* tonight and he's still buzzing". Sycophantic bastard. "I had dinner with..."? They really live in a different planet, Planet Boss, are we supposed to be impressed? This muppet crunched himself doing watersports a while ago and spent some time being held together by screws, and machines that go "beep beep", and the sychophants in the upper part of the chain sent us all regular briefings on his condition and "we're all pulling for you, blah blah blah"... lets get this straight, we wouldn't get the same information if a jobbing ground level officer wrecked himself doing something frivilous, understand THIS boss people. Not that we wish anybody any harm, but... We. Don't. Care.

Heh, did you know I can't STAND sycophants.

So, eight hours after leaving the office on Monday, I was back again. My boss had already been in for an hour, running another job... this is a man who had a stroke a few months ago and is supposed to be taking it easy. A few of us had been detatched to another team in another town for a day, so it was an hour's drive for the briefing, and then mooching around a large South Yorkshire town doing bad things. Thus I found myself in a market square in the middle of town, completely public, facing down three of a guy's five minders (actually the phrase "Heavies" would be more apt), while our lead bloke very quickly went in and did what had to be done with their mate. Hmmmmm. Could have done without that. Now, if you're a reader that actually knows me, you'll know that the Shadey's a big lad, built for war, but that's about as far as it goes... I'm actually more your teddy bear type. I don't like confrontation, especially not with crim's, even less when I'm wearing no armour or belt kit, so as to be inconspicous. Not the happiest of campers was I. I'm not over fond of the feeling of my arse being stuck out in the breeze and it felt just a bit drafty back there, folks. But it seemed to work, they stayed backed off long enough for us to do what we had to do and beat a hasty retreat before we got our heads kicked in. A few more jobs were done, rather more in a less "in harms way" category than the first, and we headed back to the coast to spend yesterday doing all the paperwork that should have been done on Monday, but wasn't because people not unreasonably needed to sod off home after fourteen hours straight.

A lovely afternoon yesterday, got a thing or two done, but not enough, then out for bevvies with one of my slowly growing collection of local pals, and that's where I came in I believe.....