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When time stands still...
A while back you may remember me recanting the tale of how my ardour was damped one night by an unfortunate sneezing incident due to an allergy to a girlfriend's cat...
Well, I do believe I have a somewhat worse follow up to that story.
The tale begins on Friday 15th of August.
The occasion is my best friend's final day at work before he heads off to Australia for a year; There's plenty of emotion, champagne and people partying their pants off.
What starts off as a jolly little jaunt through town, turns in to a dervish of cocktails, bubbly and dancing, with the air filled with laughter, screams, and the ***** of glasses.
Well, afternoon turns in to evening, evening turns in to night and while the singles and the serious alcoholics head off to a club, my mojito fuelled amour leads me to usher my girlfriend in to a taxi and back to mine.
I'll spare you the descriptive details of the subsequent passionate encounter and lead you to the point of calamity...
Unfortunately... during the er... liberation of clothing, my mobile phone seemingly fell on to the couch without having the keypad locked.
Yup, I'm sure you can kinda suss where this is going now...
Mais oui mes petits amoureux de blaireau! "someone" accidently pressed their knee on to my mobile phone during all the excitement which prompted it to ring the last number that had called me...
I'm sure you can imagine the phone message that was left in the dead of the night...
Yet it doesn't stop there. Oh No, that wouldn't be cringeworthy enough...
See one of my mates has this fancy arsed bang & olufsen answering machine where you can record the name of the person according to the number ringing you which it announces before playing the message back to you over a loud speaker...
Yes indeed, I'm now nervously waiting for the day that this so called friend decides to use this 0898-esque answering machine message to my complete disadvantage
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