Erm....
I suppose it's a bit like running away from home.
The longer you're away, I should imagine the harder it is to get in touch.
You feel guilty about not having made contact then you think: I'll just leave it another day. And the days turn into weeks and contact is lost.
Well I've just put the equivalent of 10 pence in the phonebox.
(Hope you're getting the convoluted analogy)
I didn't get a tattoo. I stood outside a tattoist's in Manchester when this bloke walked out and met his wife with a grimace on his face. If you'd seen her, you would too. But that isn't the point.
She asked him:"What was it like having your tattoo?"
"It F**ing hurt!" he wailed. And he looked a hard case. So being a softy I hotfooted it.
It's been a lovely day today hasn't it?
Anyway, the ten pence is running out. Nice to speak to you. (You don't get much for 10p these days do you?)
I've got another 10p.
*Fumbles in pocket.
It's here somewhere...
The longer you're away, I should imagine the harder it is to get in touch.
You feel guilty about not having made contact then you think: I'll just leave it another day. And the days turn into weeks and contact is lost.
Well I've just put the equivalent of 10 pence in the phonebox.
(Hope you're getting the convoluted analogy)
I didn't get a tattoo. I stood outside a tattoist's in Manchester when this bloke walked out and met his wife with a grimace on his face. If you'd seen her, you would too. But that isn't the point.
She asked him:"What was it like having your tattoo?"
"It F**ing hurt!" he wailed. And he looked a hard case. So being a softy I hotfooted it.
It's been a lovely day today hasn't it?
Anyway, the ten pence is running out. Nice to speak to you. (You don't get much for 10p these days do you?)
I've got another 10p.
*Fumbles in pocket.
It's here somewhere...
