In the UK we have a service whereby you can send an SMS message from your mobile phone to a land line, and then a woman with a very posh English accent reads it out to you very mechanically.
Yesterday I was in work and my phone on the counter rang; picking it up I heard "This is the BT SMS Service, you have a message from..." and then the woman read out (think Rachel Weisz in "The Mummy"): "
Lad. My Morbid Angel tickets arrived in thee post this morning, book them online and save a few bob".
Chuckling to myself, I texted Skum back to tell him he's texted me at work instead of on my mobile.
About an hour later, the phone rang again, and it was the SMS service again.
This time, however, the woman read out: "
Just on my way to my nan's, I don't want to be alone. Last night I collapsed and had a miscarraige, I didn't even know I was pregnant. I love you." It freaked me out because I didn't know the number the message had come from, so it obviously wasn't meant for me, and out there somewhere there's some poor kid who's lost a baby and wanted to tell someone, and they didn't get the message, and she probably thinks they're a cunt for not getting back to her.
So I put some Bathory on the stereo and made another cup of tea.
