Sunday afternoon in the communication age.
Crawley Town Football Club are playing Weymouth FC at the local Broadfield Stadium. blaadyblah and littlemissmadam have gone to the game, as has our friend Ross. I am at home unwell.
Ross (who is in the terraces) mobile posts to Facebook:
"Ross Crawley 3-2 weymouth at half time. Strange game. Great atmosphere".
gashinryu (who is watching live score on his laptop) replies to Ross' status:
"Raynor o.g. (own goal)? What happened?
Ross sends a text message to blaadyblah (who is sitting in the stands):
"Your boyfriend can't spell our goalkeeper's name (it's actually Rayner)".
blaadyblah texts Ross back:
"Ask him if he's done the dishes yet".
Ross replies to my comment on Facebook:
"F says have you done the dishes yet"?
gashinryu sends a text message to blaadyblah:
"This is *so* going to be an LJ post".
Ross (who is in the terraces) mobile posts to Facebook:
"Ross Crawley 3-2 weymouth at half time. Strange game. Great atmosphere".
gashinryu (who is watching live score on his laptop) replies to Ross' status:
"Raynor o.g. (own goal)? What happened?
Ross sends a text message to blaadyblah (who is sitting in the stands):
"Your boyfriend can't spell our goalkeeper's name (it's actually Rayner)".
blaadyblah texts Ross back:
"Ask him if he's done the dishes yet".
Ross replies to my comment on Facebook:
"F says have you done the dishes yet"?
gashinryu sends a text message to blaadyblah:
"This is *so* going to be an LJ post".