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Communicative losses
I lost my mobile phone. Yes, it was alcohol fuelled, as Ex-Flatmate-Colleen put it. It was last Saturday night. Next morning, when C discovered it wasn’t in my bag, I asked him to ring it, so that we’d hear it ringing and we’d know where it was. It was switched off. Which I thought was odd because I’d charged it on Saturday morning and switched it on. On the Monday I phoned (using the landline) the place I been on the Saturday night; they hadn’t found it.
I phoned a taxi company. I didn’t actually know which one to phone, so I phoned the biggest company in Cambridge; they said their drivers hand all lost property in to the police station.
I phoned the police station. They told me I’d need the IMEI number if they had it, so I had to phone my network up. The police gave the number - very good of them, I thought.
I phoned the network; they barred all outgoing calls and gave me the IMEI number.
I phoned the police station again, where they put me through to lost property. Eventually, lost property answered, and they hadn’t got my phone. They’d phone me on the landline if they found it.
They didn’t find it.
So C bought me a new one yesterday because he’s nice like that. It’s the same make as the last one, but of course the charger doesn’t fit, because my old phone is defunct - it doesn’t even appear on the manufacturer’s website anymore. I’ve kept my number by the magic of mobile phonery, and the old one has been magically disassociated with my number. C thinks the microwave oven is black magic, but mobile phonery is truly of the dark arts.
All I need now is some phone numbers…
This entry was posted on Sunday 28th January, 2007 ~ 10.02pm GMT and is filed under Nature, Science and Technology and is tagged with Colin, lost property, mobile phone, police, pubs, taxis. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Monday 29th January, 2007 ~ 10.25am GMT
Try working on the software that goes in them. You’ll definitely think they’re dark magic.
Monday 29th January, 2007 ~ 9.00pm GMT
Oh, so that’s what you do!
(I wish I’d known what brand before I bought it - I don’t think I want to know now ;))
Tuesday 30th January, 2007 ~ 8.54am GMT
here’s a few numbers off the top of me head:
0800 221133
0151 423 1789
0208 950 1549
0161 289 7889
00390776475418
0898 696969
999
911
0191 382 5689
see easy peasy how hard can it be to populate your phonebook!
Ok I don’t know if any of these actually work and who they belong to but just consider the great and interesting conversations you could have trying to explain to the person on the other end that they really want to meet up at 8 to go for a drink, or that they should really care that your auntie Maud has piles again
Tuesday 30th January, 2007 ~ 2.29pm GMT
Erm, gee, thanks, Stef. That’s really helpful. Ta.
Saturday 10th February, 2007 ~ 2.39pm GMT
You know this is a bit late like, but I do remember you running around like a nutter at the end of the evening saying you’d lost something. I think it was your bag, but it could have been ur phone! Ask somebody who didn’t fall of their stool backwards and spill a more or less full pint over their nice new Dinenr suit. Doh! Just as i was saying how sober I was.
Cheers
Ferg