You what? 2nd of March and I can see my own breath in the air when I go to get the newspaper?!
Last night I did the unthinkable. I succumbed to a telemarketer. I know I shouldn’t. But somehow I did.
I didn’t actually buy anything, but when a woman rang up and was selling cheap Comedy Club tickets, I was wondering “is that the place next to the Nova? Do they know me ‘cos I went there last year?” and I was in a hurry, and told her to mail me out some info about it and I GAVE HER MY NAME AND ADDRESS. Argh. Do I really need or want cheap Comedy Club tickets anyway? Blargh. I wish I hadn’t done that.