Ah, the quiet satisfaction of a bad job well done.

Yes, I realise I've been remiss (thank you Aziraphale) in posting to this journal, but a demon's work is never done, you know.

They thought I couldn't top my crowning achievement, the M25.

But I have.

The new congestion charge I quietly suggested to the Mayor of London seems to be exceeding beyond my wildest expectations.

Ken's decided to expand it. Soon, anyone who wants to travel within the M25 will have to pay five quid a day. The kerfluffle of course is much bigger than just the money. The unions have got involved now. Bad feelings, from the ordinary bloke on the street right on up to the government.

Far be it from me to blow my own horn (shut up, angel, I'm actually quite modest), but I do think I sense another commendation.

Ah, it warms my heart.

Drinks are on me, angel.

-Crowley