Codes

When my new best friend was nicely and politely forced out of the organisation, she called me and called me and called me and cried and cried and cried. I remember how it was like, having to speak to her in the office I share with JL and Rooney. It was so difficult to speak to her because the walls have ears...

We used terms of "cigarette smoking man", "Superman", "Hero" and "8501" and whispers of "text me!"

Today, a curious reader who claims that what I call him on my blog is too evasive, asked me to decipher my codes. I'm not curious. I'm not confused. I'm just complicated.

We met for drinks today, and he said that there was only the two of them, of the same variety. And my name for him on my blog is too obvious. So I have to come up with something more original. I shall call him, The Flip Phone.

Phones that flip, if you can get it up, you can use it. :) Yeah.... I can't use it if I can't get it up!