Received a text message today that defied every law of the English language. I’m not even entirely sure it was written in the English language. This is what it said:
‘Ys m8 wot u dn ws wndrin if u fncd a pint lol lmao.’
When I read it I felt a bit like that woman who had to solve those codes during the second world war. Text messaging is now beyond my comprehension. This is what I text back:
‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’
On retrospect, I think this reply lacks a certain humour. Either way, I’m deleting the person from my phone. I can’t be friends with someone who feels that it’s acceptable to send messages like that.
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On Being Constantly Aghast at The Modern Condition.
Hello.
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By default, you are now also a Social Reject.
What follows is a fictionalised collection of one man's musings as he struggles to come to terms with the, at times, ridiculous nature of contemporary existense.
Each week, new posts will appear, chronicling the fraught way he navigates through people, places and events that he just can't get to grips with.
Disclaimer - this may or may not be a piece of writing by Phil Drinkwater which will hopefully result in his first book.
May I offer you a sincere and hearty thanks for stopping by.
By default, you are now also a Social Reject.
What follows is a fictionalised collection of one man's musings as he struggles to come to terms with the, at times, ridiculous nature of contemporary existense.
Each week, new posts will appear, chronicling the fraught way he navigates through people, places and events that he just can't get to grips with.
Disclaimer - this may or may not be a piece of writing by Phil Drinkwater which will hopefully result in his first book.
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