Missed calls.

I hate them!
“That’s a strong view point!” you may say…
Well, maybe… but i’m talking about missed calls that can only be identified by the following two words : “Number withheld”.
Ugh!! If you’re calling me and i miss your call… at least leave a sodding message!!
Otherwise, don’t blame me if i don’t acknowledge/return your call…

Conversations overheard on the last bus home

I have the unenviable job of, having been out in town for drinks, of having to get a train home. Well, when I say home, the train stops at Romford… now, anyone who’s ever been to Romford at 1am on a friday or saturday night, will know that it’s something of a demiliterised zone at the best of times… however, needs must as the devil drives… from Romford i then have to hope that i’m in time to get the last bus (fun fun fun).
Now, on saturday night, I had a couple of runs of luck. Firstly, I was in time for the bus and secondly it wasn’t overfull of drunks.
However, there were a few other people on the bus and I overheard part of a conversation that pretty much sums up certain elements of todays ‘youth’.
Apparently, a girl had been out boozily celebrating her 17th birthday with a group of friends, (hey, we were all young once!) but was eager to get home as her mum had been babysitting her 9 months old baby for her for the night…
crikey.