Don’t bother ringing me on my mobile number as the bugger has died.
I don’t know what it is with me and mobiles these last few years, they all die on me after about 18 to 24 months. I’ve kept the sim and memory card but I might not bother getting a replacement as I remember life being so more relaxed in the pre-mobile days.
Consequently I’m not sure if this is a 
moment or a 
moment.
I missed something off yesterdays post.
I want the culling of phone users on public transport legalising. I do not wish to be party to your life’s story, nor do I want to hear that shite you call music when I’m on my travels, and I swear to god if I see another school kid spitting on the floor I’ll throttle the dirty little bastard.
