Blog surfing with my new-found spare time and it seems that Pinky has a telephone stalker. This reminded me of a similar annoying prat who used to call my house at the dead of night. My comments from her blog posted here:
A few years ago when I house-shared with stoodents. It was actually some lad who wouldn’t take “**** off” as an answer from one of the lasses in the house.
I was working at the time and he kept ringing at 1am, 3am and so on asking for her. I completely lost my rag one night. I think the conversation went:
Him: Is Tina there?
Me: I don’t know. What I do know is that she doesn’t want to talk to you. Do you know what time it is?
Him: Erm. Sorry. I just…
Me: SHUT UP. What time is it?
Him: It’s about 2:00
Me: In the morning, yes
Him: Erm… yes.
Me: OK. Now. I will say this once. You will speak when spoken to. OK?
Him: Yes?
Me: Right. Tina knows where you live, yes?
Him: Yes…
Me: Which means I can find out, yes?
Him: I suppose so.
Me: OK. Here’s the important bit. Are you listening?
Him: Yes….
Me: Right. Good. IF YOU ******* RING HERE EVER AGAIN AT SUCH A STUPID ******* TIME I WILL COME ROUND THERE AND SHOVE YOUR PHONE SO FAR UP YOUR ******* ARSE YOU’LL NEED A WEEK IN HOSPITAL TO GET THE ******* THING OUT. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
Him: Sorry, I…
Me: SHUT THE **** UP YOU ******* RETARD. YES OR NO? DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
Him: Yes – y-yes.
Me: Good. That’s settled then. NOW **** OFF.
*SLAM*
He never called back.
heh – good work.