So... last night was a bit of a freak out. No sooner do I mention the Man Around The Corner, then this...
I went to bed reasonably early, 11ish, I didn't sleep so well in Sheffield. At twenty to 1 my home phone rang, it's right next to my bed so when I picked it up I was still half asleep.
I'm pretty sure he called me by my name, but I can't quite remember. He asked what I was doing or where I was or something. I was waking up and I can't really remember what I said. He said he was at the hospital just up & around the corner from my house. I asked who it was, he said "Jason", and then I started to freak out cos i don't know a Jason. I had been expecting it to be Christopher.
More confused conversation followed, I was trying to figure out who in the hell this Jason was. I said I had to go and he said he wanted to come round and I said "NO". Then he said something about he'd do what ever I liked... "I'll lick it." (This is not particularly threatening, in fact not at all, so I wasn't freaking out completely, just confused and not liking it.)
I hung up. He called back. I picked up and hung up. He called back. I unplugged the phone.
Then I plugged it in again and called Christopher. I'm not sure what I expected him to do, just some reassurance I guess. But no answer. Then I called my friend Ali and got her voicemail. I locked the door and put the latch on and lay there listening out for noises. The phone rang again twice and I didn't answer, but listening to my messages this morn that was just Ali calling to check I was OK.
As I lay there I think I figured out who it was. A couple of years ago I was out with some friends for dinner in South London. We were drinking lots of wine and I got very drunk. I decided it would be a good idea to go meet up with another friend after dinner, which was not such a great idea cos I was way too drunk and these were the days when I was still prone to black-outs.
I went off to find Sarah, and somewhere along the way I ended up in a car with this young guy, Jason. I was absolutley fucking drunk, and for some stupid reason I gave him my phone number, and my home number I guess. I have very vague recollections of thinking it important to give this guy all and any ways of contacting me. He called my mobile a couple of times after that, but gave up pretty quickly. That was 2 years ago! But it's the first thing that came to mind, and I guess it was him.
Silly me.
On second thoughts...
I'm pretty sure it was a wrong number. I get 'em all the time 'cos a lot of the phone numbers in my block start with the same 5 numbers. I can't remember, but the more I think about it he probably didn't say my name.
In Other News...
I finally finished my brother's wedding video! 5 months later, better than never!
I went to bed reasonably early, 11ish, I didn't sleep so well in Sheffield. At twenty to 1 my home phone rang, it's right next to my bed so when I picked it up I was still half asleep.
I'm pretty sure he called me by my name, but I can't quite remember. He asked what I was doing or where I was or something. I was waking up and I can't really remember what I said. He said he was at the hospital just up & around the corner from my house. I asked who it was, he said "Jason", and then I started to freak out cos i don't know a Jason. I had been expecting it to be Christopher.
More confused conversation followed, I was trying to figure out who in the hell this Jason was. I said I had to go and he said he wanted to come round and I said "NO". Then he said something about he'd do what ever I liked... "I'll lick it." (This is not particularly threatening, in fact not at all, so I wasn't freaking out completely, just confused and not liking it.)
I hung up. He called back. I picked up and hung up. He called back. I unplugged the phone.
Then I plugged it in again and called Christopher. I'm not sure what I expected him to do, just some reassurance I guess. But no answer. Then I called my friend Ali and got her voicemail. I locked the door and put the latch on and lay there listening out for noises. The phone rang again twice and I didn't answer, but listening to my messages this morn that was just Ali calling to check I was OK.
As I lay there I think I figured out who it was. A couple of years ago I was out with some friends for dinner in South London. We were drinking lots of wine and I got very drunk. I decided it would be a good idea to go meet up with another friend after dinner, which was not such a great idea cos I was way too drunk and these were the days when I was still prone to black-outs.
I went off to find Sarah, and somewhere along the way I ended up in a car with this young guy, Jason. I was absolutley fucking drunk, and for some stupid reason I gave him my phone number, and my home number I guess. I have very vague recollections of thinking it important to give this guy all and any ways of contacting me. He called my mobile a couple of times after that, but gave up pretty quickly. That was 2 years ago! But it's the first thing that came to mind, and I guess it was him.
Silly me.
On second thoughts...
I'm pretty sure it was a wrong number. I get 'em all the time 'cos a lot of the phone numbers in my block start with the same 5 numbers. I can't remember, but the more I think about it he probably didn't say my name.
In Other News...
I finally finished my brother's wedding video! 5 months later, better than never!
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