welcome to my thrilling, high-octane blog!
today the black-ops were after me again. they were firing; I ran down this alley, up the fire escape. shots were zinging off the metal. I reached the top of the building- there's a helicopter just taking off- shit, it's Mr Big! he's getting away! quickly I grabbed the rung of the helicopter landing frame; got it with just one hand... the black-ops had reached the roof by then, and they started firing at my dangling, kicking legs- lucky for me they are the bad guys, and we all know what terrible shots they are... I think one of them even had a semi-automatic.
so then the door to the 'copter opens, and one of Mr Big's evil henchmen starts firing down at me with a hand-gun. I do a quick scan of the location, and then do an incredible 1000ft drop straight into the middle of the Thames, where the sub is waiting to take me back to base...
not really, I just poured meself some special brew and watched 'countdown.' 'Ah'll 'ave a conshernant, pleash carol!' *falls out of chair*
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