Monday, October 24, 2005

Glastonbury Guy - The End

And then, sometimes fate steps in and takes it all out of your hands...my mobile phone was stolen on Friday night.

So, not having exchanged anything so committed as land-line numbers, or email addresses, I guess that's the last I'm ever going to hear from him. And also, though I had no plans to call him myself, it also removes the risk of the dreaded drunk-dialing....

So that, I promise, is the last you'll hear about him.


  • Drunk-dialing, we've all been there. It's for the best.


    By Blogger Wyndham, at 10:02 AM  

  • it's not as bad as drunk-texting. drunk-texting is v v bad.

    as for drunk-commenting - eep!

    By Blogger surly girl, at 4:59 PM  

  • It seems the Powers That Be did not want to see you sink to the depths of another drunk-dial.

    By Blogger yezenia, at 5:47 PM  

  • Of course in the olden days drink dialling was done after the pub when a lonely phone box irresistibly drew you in. As the inevitable answer machine kicked in it always started raining so your walk home was not only more miserable and dejected but you also got soaking wet. Ahh those were the days.

    Anyway probably for the best - he sounds like a bit of a loser.

    By Blogger hen, at 8:14 PM  

  • I have to go through an elaborate process of ensuring that the phone numbers of certain women are never stored on my mobile phone, to make absolutely sure I don't make an utter twat of myself if I accidentally get shitfaced and feel the need for drunken-text.

    Phones, PCs and any other electronic communications devices should have built in breathalisers.

    By Blogger LC, at 8:54 PM  

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