I cannot begin to express the excitement I felt when I reached under the bench at clapham common station and pulled out an envelope ominously labelled 'agent baboon'. And that was just due to the huge amounts of blutack that held it in place - the best was yet to come. I managed to contain my excitement and refrain from opening it until I got home, and here is the treat that met my eyes:

Dangerous fruit indeed! Agent yaggers I salute you - you are a credit to your nation. And with penmanship like this I think that MI6 CD would be happy to have you on board. This has gone straight up on my wall!

So urged on by this excitement I am eager for more recruits - I'm prepared to go a little further out of my way now that I know the joy experienced on the recieving end. So ... baker street was it Daisy? I'll see what I can do... (sadly Xuxu you're still a little out of range...)

Ok I know I already talked about this in a comment, but since the most interesting thing that's happened to me lately is almost falling of a stationary escalator I thought I'd turn this into an entry...
Daisy brought this webpage to my attention. Don't be fooled by its seemingly mole related front page - this is just a CUNNING SPY TRICK! Actually (in keeping with the recent theme) this is a page about a new series where members of the public eager to humiliate themselves on national TV can be trained as a SPY! But it is also full of lots of interesting information about spies to get you in the mood. For instance:

Spies are all around us. You could be sitting next to a spy right now. They come in all shapes and sizes. Their clothes, their voices, their life story should give nothing away. Think about it - Do you know a spy? Could your mother be a spy? Could your partner be a spy?

Oh my god - spies are SO cool! The best thing about it is that you aren't even allowed to tell people if you are applying - IT'S THAT SECRET! If you get picked you just have to try to come up with some other excuse for disappearing for 8 weeks without losing your job/marriage/life. But I don't think I will apply despite all my excellent spy experience (of course I would say that wouldn't I?) No I'm going to wait until they make a reality TV show about PIRATES!

Pirates are all around us. You could be sitting next to a pirate right now. They come in all shapes and sizes. Their clothes, their voices, their life story should give nothing away. Think about it - Do you know a pirate? Could your mother be a pirate? Could your partner be a pirate?

Hmm. I'm going to go and sit in a dark corner and calm down. But I will be hiding a package tonight for one lucky blogger - woohoo. Pirates.



                        

Here is my latest pick up, from the ever lovely pog. I requested 'unusual hair', and here is what I got.

One word: disturbing. Cheers Pog!

look at my beautiful new shoes!

(and yes - I do know that I'm wearing odd socks)

Goodbye old friends. You served me well. You shall not be forgotten *sheds a single tear* (you should see me with toothbrushes)

And on a related matter: is it just me or are the giant-sized flaming hot flavour monster munch the best things ever?

look at the bad boy: MEGA monster munch! When I am holding this I have to keep checking around me to make sure that I haven't been shrunk down to miniature size. (unlike the regular size packets, where I have to keep checking my hand to make sure I'm actually holding anything - at a measly 35 grams they're not even worth buying)

Check it out: 50% MORE!

And best of all you get some important facts about the monster on the back of the pack:

His name is 'red monster'. Pure poetry. Only the backs of KP Space Raiders can beat this sort of literature. The only way I can think of to make this any better is if you got a free monkey inside every packet. Or if they made it in pickled onion flavour too.