Our story revolves around a mobile telephone, a hotel room, lots of alcohol, an answerphone and my four girlfriends....
Basically, my boyfriend lent me his mobile telephone so that if we had any problems on the drive down to Wembley we could call the White Knights to come and render assistance to us. Fortunately we had no such disastrous occurrences and arrived safely at our Saturday night motel unscathed. After checking in and checking out the bar (and some of the contents therein, of an alcoholic nature) we retired to the bedroom for a few more drinks. Remembering the mobile, we decided to see who was left in Carlisle. After ringing round a few numbers with no answers we got an answer phone and left a message. We then continued with the drinking and "girls' talk" until retiring at an appropriate time.
All went well the next day, with the minor exception of losing to the Brummies, and we made our long return journey to Carlisle. On returning, however, I was quizzed about the curious answer phone message. The answer phone message that lasted for 45 minutes....... made from a mobile phone..... revealing our chat about subjects which, on reflection, should not have been on tape. It transpired that I had forgotten to close the call from the mobile. Oops.
Let me just add that I spent the next month trying to save as much cash as possible to pay for what I imagined would be an enormous telephone bill, but which luckily only came to £30. I'm sure there's a moral here, but I'll let you find it !-)
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