a pic from my flickr account, banging innit?
Thursday 2 July 2009
Cracked Phone Screen
my phone screen is cracked to buggery. its been cracked for a while now, i got out of bed a few weeks ago and stood on it...
anyway, the worst thing is i now cannot tell the time when im out and about on my own. this leads to me having to ask people for the time. and luckily i live in bath where people aint too busy or rude to answer you unlike somewhere like london. lee mack did a great piece on going to london from up north and mentioned asking someone for the time and expecting them to burst out in cockney style 1800s song to tell you the time then says in london it wouldnt happen. of course if wouldnt, last time i asked someone for the time in london i got a leporine stare that left me feeling slightly mollified. i only asked for the time from this guy not to rape him.
however in bath i find people kindly give you the time even if they are rushing along a bit sometimes. normally though, they dont tell you the time they show you the watch and expect you to read the hands yourself.
no problem with this aslong as they are within a few feet of you so you can read the damn thing. the ones that walk past at 10 miles an hour and flash their watch to you as they hurridly walk off behind you leave me feeling frustrated. damn it all, why dont i just buy a watch.
because i have a phone. that doesnt work properly. damn...
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