Carolyn asks me to Bangor

SMS

(And, yes, we did have a lovely time, thank you for asking.)

En route to Bangor

Meeting Carolyn for a hot date on Thursday…

Carolyn's unicycle SMS

Snail Mail

Ann thanked me for my text message on Saturday. I didn't know what she was talking about, as I hadn't sent her a text message. It turned out I had: last November. It had taken 6 months to travel all the way from Liverpool to Berkshire.

That's an average speed of 0.045 mph.

A garden snail travels at 0.03 mph.

Texterity

I gave Carolyn my old mobile phone a few months back. Her even older mobile phone was on its last legs. It finally died at the weekend, so I had a panicky phone call from Carolyn:

"How do you turn on your mobile phone?"
"Is this some sort of smutty joke?"
"No. I can't work out how to turn it on. I think it might be broken."
"Have you charged it?"
"Yes, I'm not totally stupid!"
"Have you read the instruction booklet I gave you?"
"Did you give me an instruction booklet?"
"Yes, I put it in the bag with the phone and the charger."
"But how do you turn it on?"
"You hold down the 'No' key."
"How am I supposed to guess that?… Hey! It works! Who's this man with the beard?"
"Ah, the phone appears to have saved my old settings. That would be Charles Darwin. He's my wallpaper."
"How do I get the address book?"
"You move the joystick to the right."
"There's a joystick?"
"The little button between the 'Yes' and 'No' keys."
"I can see I'm going to have to read that instruction book.… Who's Ann?"
"Ah, it appears to have saved all my old contact details as well. Ann's a friend of mine."
"And what's this envelope thing?"
"That's the icon for text messages."
"What does 'Sent (35)' mean?"
"Oh, shit! You really don't want to be reading those!"

Yes, I would have too.

Yesterday evening, I sent Carolyn a text message, asking if she'd managed to work out how to use the phone yet. I received her reply this morning:

wwx

I'll take that as a no.

For more SMS-related hilarity with Carolyn, see:

Bizarre text message conversation with Carolyn

Totally out of the blue (at 19:58 this evening):

Carolyn: What's your favourite colour?
Me: Depends whether I'm wearing it, decorating with it, or eating it. But I quite like green.
Carolyn: Oh dear! What's your second favourite?

Off track

Text message from Carolyn:

I'm at Bidston now - got on the wrong train and didn't realise. When I saw 'Birkenhead Park' I thought they'd just re-named 'Birkenhead' and I'd never noticed.

Cowboys

For reasons I needn't go into, I spent several hours yesterday chasing cattle across the West Yorkshire hillsides.

This morning, I sent an SMS text message to my friend Carolyn in which, amongst other things, I intended to say, Spent several hours yesterday chasing cows.

Unfortunately, the predictive text input feature of my mobile phone guessed that I actually wanted to say, Spent several hours yesterday chasing boys.

Here rests the case for the defence.