Greetings and salutations. Happy Monday Fake Sunday.
Merry happy Easter peepsters.
Here’s yesterday’s Sunday Times column:
AMILLION MILES FROM NORMAL – Paige Nick
DON’TFORGET TO REMEMBER
I figure this loss of memory control has come about either because I really am getting old, or maybe there’s hope for me yet, and my memory is simply starting to slip from sheer lack of use. Thanks to this new digital age, (see, I even sound old) there’s definitely less that we have to remember now. Back when we were kids, before the invention of cell phones (yes, I know it might be hard to believe, but there was a time before cell phones. It was right after Tyrannosaurus Rexes and just before Lady Gaga.) Then you had to remember all your friend’s telephone numbers, in your brain, with your mind, all by yourself. Either that or you had a little telephone book which you wrote everyone’s numbers down in, with a pen, and your hand, using an ancient technique called handwriting. I know, things were crazy back then, but somehow we managed.
Just so long as you remember the TP, I’d say you re doing good & its infinitely better to have background scores playing on than to go silently through the nights, good and the not so.
Do w8 remember your childhood home phone number 4389565 that brings back a few memories. Loved the column
of course ssr, dialled on a rotary phone, your finger had to go round and round, and wait for it to spin back again.
also before it was 4389565 it was 439565, wasn’t it?
xx
Lol awesome column … i blame the drugs for my bad whatsis …
774962 good golly it worked, that’s my number from when i was like … 5 :/
peace Paige 😉
Oh yes.. I can definitely relate… but even more so… I think … I’m older than you… (am I?.. can’t remember) LOL
xxx
Dinx