I hate it when I get an accidental call. Someone just called me from a mobile phone. Their phone had obv. dialled this number by accident.
But it blocked the landline for a while, I kept yelling 'Hello' but all I could hear was the radio. Bad radio. Whoever it was should be embarrassed, I think it was local radio. A commercial station. Amanda Bloody Holden was saying something, then the local road news and Tube station delays so must have been some London area. The Piccadilly line is having some dreadful delays I'm aghast to hear.
I finally got rid of it but didn't recognise the number.
I wish I'd gone into the Private detective trade. I'd have liked to have had a go at that. All that skulking round corners and taking photos of secret meetings.
Looking through windows and wearing black.
Collette called me. She said I was a bad bitch! She told me to plan something for today, go visit someone or something.
But I never. She said I never listen to her or to Batman and I'm to tell the world I'm a very bad bitch.
I think she's very mean to me and need sympathy and presents.
Did you know she broke my bingo?
Dylan rang Friday. Hoped I'd have a nice weekend... Yeah right I said. (Hoping to illicit a lot of sympathy)
He suggested I got to one of these Music Bop things I seem to I like.
'You mean a Gig?' I said through gritted teeth
Who the fuck says the word 'Bop' anymore unless your 85 and have no teeth?
Next time I see him I'm going to pull at his teeth and see if they come out.