Wrinkly Joe sent me a very odd text last night: What was the name of the teddy bear in Brideshead Revisited? Only for the fact that I was in the pub, enjoying John-and-Murty doing Waylon-and-Willie, I’d have sent him back an abusive reply along the lines of Dtaj mee mmt dtajgm amjjmw!! But I was out on the piss with Jem the Impaler, and no fukken text was going to interrupt that. Also, due to extreme drunkenness, I couldn’t see my phone.
When I sobered up, about 11 o’clock this morning, I was finally able to process the information on my phone. When I figured out that Wrinkly Joe wanted to know, for some nutcase wrinkly reason of his own, the name of the teddy bear in Brideshead Revisited, I sent him back my opinion that said teddy was called Aloysius. This is a name I made up, but it seemed to satisfy him.
Why? Why do I receive such texts? This is the kind of friends I have. Most normal people have friends who send texts like Wl B in Vs l8r if U out.
My friends? What was the name of the teddy bear in Brideshead Revisited?
It’s the fyte or flyte reflex, I’m afraid.