Everything. I'm invisible. An eraser of love.
So that about f-ing ruled. I was the recipient of a succession of frankly disturbing text messages over the course of the afternoon from a number not in my phonebook.
Whoever it was knew where I was staying, but needed extra data about my head and chest size.
Now, anyone with any brain would immediately understand what was afoot, and thus I was not entirely surprised to find latexiron striding about the hotel lobby while a carelessly parked KTM Duke pinged quietly on the pavement outside.
Apparently all yer man could hear at the traffic lights was his pillion passenger laughing his stupid head off. And why not?
Still learning about NetApp in Tower42. Still wandering the alleys and precincts of the Square Mile (Well, I say 'wander'. I mean 'recce') and bumping into people I know.
Whoever it was knew where I was staying, but needed extra data about my head and chest size.
Now, anyone with any brain would immediately understand what was afoot, and thus I was not entirely surprised to find latexiron striding about the hotel lobby while a carelessly parked KTM Duke pinged quietly on the pavement outside.
Apparently all yer man could hear at the traffic lights was his pillion passenger laughing his stupid head off. And why not?
Still learning about NetApp in Tower42. Still wandering the alleys and precincts of the Square Mile (Well, I say 'wander'. I mean 'recce') and bumping into people I know.