Rather creepily, I still remember my first love's telephone number.
It was only two digits of my own home 'phone number, which I said in rhythm.

I had a shock at work a few months ago - a girl started that looked exactly - EXACTLY - like her, and had the same name. I was introduced to her as I had to give her an induction, and I very nearly spat out my coffee, and had to absolutely reign myself in from staring at her.

It took me a while to realise that the girl I'd known would now be 36 and is probably a couple of kids down.

But for a while it was really quite freaky for me.

Of course, the girl at work ruined it all by instructing me "Oh I'm on the graduate fast-track scheme, and will be a manager in six months."

She lives under my patio now.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 1 Jul 2011, 8:45, 5 replies)

I can do this too, just rang it and someone answered, didn't dare ask if she still lived there.

(Kip, Fri 1 Jul 2011, 8:48, closed)

My first love's telephone number only had four digits.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 1 Jul 2011, 9:08, closed)

's telephone number
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 1 Jul 2011, 9:14, closed)

Phwoar. I love an artiodactyl.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 1 Jul 2011, 9:25, closed)

So you also know how to lift and replace patios?
Excellent! 2 fer 1.
( Prequal This is serious business. Very serious., Fri 1 Jul 2011, 9:18, closed)