“You w@nk&r, I know it was you” This is how a friend of mine started his phone call to me this morning, to be far he had tried to call me a few times yesterday afternoon but I had left my phone on silent and not got around to returning his call yet. The background to the above comment is that the said friend has a newly restored old style red phone box, complete with an original phone in his garden that he was proudly unveiled to us earlier in the year….which gave me an idea…. About six or seven weeks ago L and I along with another couple where invited round for a dinner party during which I nipped out into the garden for a cigarette. Whilst there I snuck into the phone box and blue tacked up a load of prostitute calling cards that I had collected from phone boxes in central London. It would seem that yesterday afternoon his wife found their eleven year old son playing with the cards in his bedroom, and when asked where he had got them, he had said “Dads phone box”……… Whilst this is not exactly the outcome of the practical joke I had hoped. I am still rolling around laughing at the fact that his wife is so furious with him for allowing such stupid behaviour. The best bit is she is not even mad at me for doing it, just him……….. So……it’s just cost me fifty quid to have some nice flowers sent to his wife by way of an apology, although I did specify that none of the flowers have any kind of spikes on the stems just in case she whacks him with them.
Hmm, it's understandable... my first reaction whenever I come across a situation that may, even in the slightest fashion, be construed as a practical joke, is to try and work out just how you found out where I lived, before logical thinking kicks in. But, more worryingly, why do you collect whore's business cards from central London...
I love a good wind-up, the sort you can talk about for ages afterwards, and that is definitely one of them Would have been funny to see you try to explain to your wife why you were collecting the cards though
What would have been mint is if Ling found them in his grubby little pockets ... I don't think a fifty quid handful of flowers would have cut it
What are you lot like……Of course Ling knew I had collected the cards, she was with me when I got them from a phone box in Holborn, and just to erase any doubting Thomas’s, I collected them specifically for the purpose they were used for. I am surprised and amused that you would even think I would be using some skanky brass from a phone box. Tut tut.
