Before you could say ‘gypsy scum’ we were knee-deep in dog muck, thieving kids, and crusty jugglers.
Police Constable Nicholas Angel: born and schooled in London, graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Hendon College of Police Training and displayed great aptitude in field exercises, notably Urban Pacification and Riot Control. Academically excelled in theoretical course work and final year examinations. Received a Baton of Honour, graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service and quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling. He became heavily involved in a number of extra-vocational activities and to this day, he holds the Met record for the hundred meter dash. In 2001, he began active duty with the renowned SO19 Armed Response Unit and received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last twelve months, he has received nine special commendations, achieved highest arrest record for any officer in the Met and sustained three injuries in the line of duty, most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.
Nappy headed ho. I need more sleep. So last night, I *finally* got to see Hot Fuzz. I hope Edgar and Simon put some effort into getting BluRays pressed because I’d like to add their stuff to my ever-so-small collection. I have to take my truck in for service this morning. I always hate doing that because it inevitably means money will flow from me to them for shit I didn’t even know what wrong. The primary reason for the visit is to fix the rear window motor. Anything that requires disassembly makes me uneasy at the service center. I wish I was less computer geek and more lumberjack. My head is hurting a wee bit this morning. I was trying a variation on the “Pom Bomb” and I usually don’t drink anything sweet. I have a low tolerance for sweets of any sort, but sweet drinks are especially hard. It’s ironic that I can drink neat scotch, bourbon, martinis, et al with no hangover issues, but throw in a sugary cocktail and I’ll be sporting a small cement demolition crew in my head the next morning. I plan on experimenting more with the IR cam this weekend and next. There is a trip to the Texas hill country coming up soon as well. Happy birthday, Barrett. All these August birthdays are starting to make me think turkey is a powerful aphrodisiac. “Hey lady, want a leftover turkey sandwich?” *ber chick wow wow* Heh. I fully expect condom commercials to run during the Thanksgiving Day parade. Be responsible and adopt a little Cambodian kid with tapeworms.
You still sexy...even if your not the lumberjack type!
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