Naked without my mobile phone April 1, 2006
Posted by CamdenKiwi in : Miscellany , trackbackYesterday, in a moment of sheer idiocy, I detached my phone from the spare charger I have on my desk at work, put the phone in my drawer, my charger in my handbag and set off home. I was right back in central London before I realised what I'd done.
I'm amazed how bereft I felt, seriously contemplating an hour and a half return journey to get it. It was like one of those odd dreams where you realised you're walking down the street wearing nothing but a hat. Could other people tell I was so undressed? A glance around the carriage showed a couple of blokes listening to their ipods, who hadn't noticed my embarrassment, and a women staring out the window. It seemed I was safe. Through the tube, and up the street to the flat, and still noone noticed, not even the gaggle of hoodied teenagers on the corner.
As I walked into the flat and collapsed onto the couch, I realised that salvation was at hand. I have a spare pay-as-you-go, bought for visitors to the UK. Charged it up, turned it on, and I'm fully dressed again. No-one knows the number, but I know I have it, and I'm connected.
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