I’ve got Dave Lee Travis coming round next Wednesday morning to sort out my wireless predicament. Well actually I’ve got George from a company called Mac Daddy – bejasus – £100 for first hour and £50 thereafter. He better be quick and good. He sounded fat and hairy on the phone – all I could think of was Dave Lee Travis. No doubt he’ll turn up – thin and gaunt and hairless. It’s just that he told me he was sweating like a bastard. I know. I didn’t really want to hear that. He asked me if I was enjoying the hot weather. I suppose I should have taken a leaf out of his book and gushed “Oh yes, I’m wet all over!” instead I just said ‘making the most of it’ in that typically English ‘oh it won’t last’ sort of way.
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