As a result, I'm typing with one finger into my phone and hoping I'll have a modicum of 3G signal to hit 'post' in a meemo.
Meemo: a meeny-miny moment. I rather like that.
BT don't seem too bothered by our lack of Internets. When my Dad rang them, they lost connectivity on the call and the line went dead. Moments later they rang back asking him to tell them how well he thought the call had gone. He told them.
What else has been going on?
I went round to see Irene on Friday. She lost no time in telling me to get a move on and find a girlfriend.
"I don't know what we're going to do with you," she said as I slipped my shoes off at the door. I smiled sweetly, using up the smile I reserve for old people who can get away with saying outrageous things. Smiling was better on this occasion than reminding her that I was thankful it isn't up to her.
"We'll have to just do you a lucky dip," she said... outrageously.
"Make sure you pray before you stick your hand in the hat!" I replied. I thought about it as I ambled home. I probably should have been a bit more indignant at the implied suggestion that singleness is an inferior state and that it was my ineptitude that had led me to it.
I'd spend most of my life being indignant though if I started thinking like that. That particular implication is everywhere.
I played keys in a 3-piece folk band last night. It was at a barn dance in Farnham. I was observing the curious way a typical barn dance develops. Do people really enjoy them? I mean, I had a great time last night, but mostly because I was playing the music instead of taking part in this enforced ritual of group dancing. I'm not sure I really understand the point of it.
"Now then," said the caller at one point, mopping the sweat from his brow and breathing heavily into his head-strapped microphone, "There's a right way to do this, and a wrong way..." I wasn't convinced that argument stacked up.
Anyhow, it was a lot of fun watching kids in cowboy hats swinging with pensioners while middle-aged men got flustered with promenading and 'stripping the willow'. Plus, all I had to do all night was bash out some I,IV and V chords in time with the melodeon player. I jazzed up a few of the tunes out of sheer boredom and was met with whimsical confusion from my band mates.
I got back at about 1 in the morning and tried to check my emails. Nothing. I wondered whether those three students on the BT ad ever went through this inability to connect with the world outside their studio flat. I guessed not, and went to bed.
Hopefully I'll be back online in a meemo.
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