Monday, November 28, 2005

Dead Language Squad.... Assemble!

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.

10 comments:

Paul Pennyfeather said...

Shhh- don't let anybody know about the "incident" with my garden wall I haven't told my lovely boss what I did to his car.

james henry said...

Sozz.

patroclus said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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...

Smat said...

crashed a Porsche into a lamppost once. Wasn't mine, but serves him right for driving a Porsche I thought.

woot said...

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.

surly girl said...

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.

Paul Pennyfeather said...

I drove into the wall that separates my drive from the river (the Stour, if you must know) but this was in the same week that I drove into the wall in the car-park at work, the same wall I drove into a couple of months before, which was in the same week that mother drove my car into the wall of the registry office in which my brother was getting married.
Before you get an image of Dikes of Hazzard style driving by the Pennyfeather family, all incidents happened at less than 2 miles an hour.
Some of these incidents have been conflated in reports to my boss (not on the insurance I must add) in case he takes my shiny toy away with the words "you big wheezey gayer- you are unfit to drive"

Who is this Dave? said...

Cats are funny.

Spinsterella said...

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.