Phone with Capital 'P'

Hello world! Well, the little bit of it that reads my blog anyway. As it has been a while since my last entry I thought I'd begin with a bit of an embarrassing story.

This story begins and ends with a call. The first was that of nature. As I tended to that call I started to hear voices. I thought that maybe I had left that call a little too long and that maybe the toxins were playing tricks on me. But then I remembered I had my phone in my pocket. I took my N73 out mid pee to discover that it was fine - the keylock was on and there was no sign of anything strange. I continued with my first call.

But the voices, all faint and hard to distinguish persisted. I looked at air vents, pipes, anything that could possibly be linked to the outside world and provide a conduit for these strange sounds.

Then it dawned on me. I had my work phone, a sturdy Nokia 6230i in my other pocket. As I finished up I took it from my pocket. To my horror the screen was filled with 9s. It was at this point that the voices stopped and the screen told me that a call had ended. Ooops.

After washing my hands my phone began to ring again. The voice informed me (as if I didn't already know) that they had received an emergency call from me and they were checking that everything was ok. I apologised saying that I hadn't meant to call mentioning how the keylock doesn't protect against 999 and 112 calls. The voice then said 'You weren't going to the toilet, where you?' to which I had to admit, 'Yes'.

'That's exactly what it sounded like!', he said.