Phoney

Last year, my mobile started lying to me.

I would receive say, a saucy text from my girlfriend, and the phone would tell me it was from one of my consultants.
Highly embarrassing as you can imagine
(I sent them a reply anyway. Things got a bit messy...)


But just over a week ago my screen broke suddenly for no reason* and Orange sent me a replacement the next day. Unfortunately the bastard SIM card refused to save any of my numbers so I had an empty addressbook in my new handset & I entered just the important ones straightaway.
And that's when the problems really kicked in:

- Sarah & her dad accidentally swapped phones for a day - awkward to say the least...

- I split up with Sarah sadly (but not because of the above);
now I think I've short-circuited the new phone because of our conversations since then (men are allowed to cry sometimes, shut up)

- my phone's 200 message memory is full already - I try to reply to each txt I get but I just can't win, someone always complains - friends, patients...

- I haven't got the number of every single person I've ever met on my phone... why does no-one bloody say who they are when they txt their whole addressbook on New Year's Eve?!


But my brother received the stupidest txt ever:
"This is my new number, please delete the old one"

That was the whole message.

WHO ARE YOU?! Idiot...

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Incidentally, I tend to use a disposable camera because the one on my phone is unhelpfully stupid - when people tell me how rubbish my disposable camera is, I drop it on the floor and say "OK, do that with your camera then?". Thus I win.

Anyway, I can't find my disposable camera anywhere in the flat
er... I think I've thrown it away...
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