I Hate John Philip Sousa
The phone rang at 2.30 in the morning. I tumbled out of bed, thinking, "so who's died this time?", ran the length of the splintery landing in my bare naked feet and got a pre-recorded salesman, voice like autumn sunshine, saying, "this call will cost you nothing..."
I should freaking well hope not!
After that we couldn't sleep. So we went downstairs, made a hot drink and watched an Open University programme about John Philip Sousa.
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I should freaking well hope not!
After that we couldn't sleep. So we went downstairs, made a hot drink and watched an Open University programme about John Philip Sousa.
Da Da diddly-dee dee dee dee pom pom pom...
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A talk-radio station from my home town had a 'SousAlarm' and 6:35 every morning. Just about everyone I knew set the alarm clocks to it, that was what woke me up every morning. So his music reminds me of pulling my tired teenaged ass out of bed and going to mind numblingly dull high school.
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I hate sales calls- but automated ones just add insult to injury.
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Hahaha I am laughing so hard
Hahaha!