May 05, 2010 20:00
[Having somehow managed to work out how to get the video function to work, Chris squints at the camera, tilting his head.]
Blimey. Bit flash this, innit? Better picture than my telly. Bit smaller, mind...
[He taps the lens experimentally.] Thought you’d need some ruddy great thing to do proper filming... Reels and that. Don’t see how people are even supposed to be getting this. Can’t send pictures down the phone line, can you?
[Seeming to realise he’s distracted himself, Chris straightens, ready to get to the point.]
Right. Well. I was just wondering if anyone knew how I could get back to Manchester.
...Or call, I suppose. Only I’m supposed to be working and I don’t reckon my Guv’d be too happy about me not turning up and I don’t know the code thingy for calling from abroad or nothing. And I’ve only got a few quid on me, so no chance of a plane... Don’t even use sterling out here, do you?
Um. Ta. For helping me, if you do. [He offers the camera a nervous grin.] I’m Chris.
† chris skelton | super skelton