TIny victories against technology: got a reconditioned mobile for twenty five quid into which I could put the old SIM card. And it's about two steps up from my old one, and prettier, all black and silver, like PP's car, only much smaller, and I haven't driven it into two walls.
Off to London. While I'm gone, please head back over to Patroclus's and help her resurrect Pictish. I had a go, to the best of my abilities, but it's not totally impossible someone could make a more useful contribution.
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Sozz.
Oo, I think we definitely need to know more about this incident. And the other one.
If it's any help, I once managed to wedge my car so far up against the wall of the multi-storey car park that two of its wheels actually left the ground.
don't worry, i once got crashed into when i was at a complete standstill, waiting to turn.damn young 'uns and their text-driving. jsut showing off because they're still in contact with the outside world...
crashed a Porsche into a lamppost once. Wasn't mine, but serves him right for driving a Porsche I thought.
I crashed in to a lamppost once also. Bloke I liked had just got out of the car and I was doing a three point turn while waving and didn't see the stupid thing...
He was doubled up laughing and we ended up never dating.
I blame the lamppost.
i crashed my boyfriend's precious beetle. he let me borrow it and i got stoned at work and drove into a hedge on the way home.
that was a long time ago. honest, officer.
Cats are funny.
My mobile got nicked the other week. Within days I'd been offered loads of free phones from various sympathetic friends.
I'm now the completely bewildered owner of a shiney new(ish) Motorola which I cannot figure out how to work. At all.
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