Okay I'm recording this info for later, 'cos I'm not in the mood for getting it in the neck from Jack for not keeping my paperwork up to date. Honestly! You'd think being dead was a bloody good excuse wouldn't you? Fat chance!
Dealt with a Hoix in the basement of St Helen's hospital, could have been worse- used multi species sedative. Don't fancy being the one who has to collect it later though, I really don't want to know how its digestive system deals with those fags I fed it- definitely a job for Ianto.
Cardiff is in chaos, and the emergency back up for the hospital is stone dead. God knows how many we're going to lose tonight because of John and his bloody explosions. When I get my hands on him, I'll despatch parts of his anatomy to places not even his technology will be able to help him to find.
And which bean counting moron thought the hospital's emergency back up was adequate?
Twenty first bloody century, someone pulls the plug and the whole sodding system collapses, so much for progress!
It's weird the way the Weevils react. Something that lethal and they just cower down, it almost looks as if they're actually worshipping death - or maybe I should say the dead. They're a killing machine, why on earth should they be bothered by just one more dead body? Whatever got them to this level of control must have been quite something! I'm only glad whatever it is, isn't likely to turn up here- at least it bloody well better not do!
Finally! Turnmill Nuclear Power Station, right I'm not taking anything into the reactor room that's likely to set anything off-no way am I going to end up getting trapped in there and have to sit there like a lemon while they rescue me.
Okay, reminder- all the stuff in my pockets is in the top left hand drawer of a desk belonging to... I have no idea, but the desk has a potted plant with a purple flower and a Manchester United mug. Strewth what a combination!
Oh hell- I'd better not take this in with me either.
So if you are listening to this, and you aren't me, would you mind taking this to the nearest police station and handing it in, tell them it belongs to Torchwood.
Oh yeah, and word of warning, if you don't turn this off right now and do as you have been requested, in about five seconds this will explode, taking with it both your thieving little hands and part of your head.
End of memo, okay I hit the stop button, is that bar thing still supposed to be...
