During my slumbers I had a dream and in this nocturnal adventure I was hosting a quiz show, you know, like they have on the TV where people phone in with the answer. So the question was: “Who shot Jr?” As this was a dream, no-one seemed to be able to get the answer right and to be honest, I wasn’t even sure what the correct answer was. During the various breaks, I would run around the studio trying to find the answer, looking for a PC to Google my way out of this situation. But despite this, no-one seemed to get the question correct and eventually the dream fizzled out.
Whilst listening to the radio this morning, I was munching breakfast to the sound of rabid right-wing fattie Nick Ferrari on LBC 97.3 (yup, I am a masochist) when he finished the show with the Dallas theme tune and announced that this very day is the 27th anniversary of the “Who shot JR?” cliffhanger. How weird is that, eh? I’d not read it anywhere yesterday, so I don’t know how that piece of information got lodged into my subconscious.
Before I went to bed last night, I was looking for a quote for some double glazing and found a website that supposedly gave you an online quote. I looked like a nice anonymous way of finding out a rough price for double glazing without being harrassed by a salesman, which I really have no time for. I entered my details to register and ticked the “Don’t contact me on pain of death box”. The site was a bit complicated, requiring all manner of measurements, so I decided to go to bed and return to it today with my tape measure and an increased amount of vim and vigour. Today at 10am, I got a call from said website:
Man from website: Hi, is that Mr Lock. You visited our website last night…
Me: Yes I did and I didn’t expect to get a cold call the next day about it. Goodbye.
And that was the end of the phone call. Remember folks, as long as you are polite you can just hang up on these vermin.

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