alternative response.

Nikki's party wasn't too bad. In fact, it was pretty kickass. And there were more people there that I knew than I knew that I knew, if that makes sense.

We went to the Litten Tree afterwards. For whatever reason, they started playing 'Remember You're a Womble.'

Now, Wombles have always inspired me. I have absolutely no idea why they do so, so much - I suppose it's because they have such a noble spirit and cause, or something. I guess that's what they were designed to do.

Well, anyway, since I ended up stuck as a third wheel at that particular point, I used a decent amount of my free text allowance texting pretty much every person I know. Taking advantage of my phone's multiple recipient function, I sent out the same message to everyone.


"Remember you're a Womble!"


Did I mention that this was just slightly after 1am? Soon (surprisingly) the texts started flooding in. I got quite an array of replies, and I'd like to share a couple with you.

"Y am i a womble? Cnt rem!"

"Since when?"

"il try2remembr that thanks wil,im sure it will come in useful! cu soon xx"

"Remember ur an arsehole!!"

"What the fuck?"

"How the fuck u going to forget? U just wake up one morning and realise it. Looking in the mirror wow I'm a womble."

"My womble days r over neway.Hehe."

"And yet all along I thought I was a smurf - what a comedown"

and

"Listen you dumb fuck STAY OUT OF MY LIFE", which I did think was rather excessive.
Ah well. To each his own.



By far the best response was from Liz, who now keeps texting and phoning me with references...

"It's your Uncle Bulgaria speaking! Hahaha, the Womble is not here at the moment... and this is Mark isn't it? Hello? Oh wait he doesn't have my number though..."

To the backing noise of a huge party. I assume she was slightly tipsy. And yet she still grapsed the idea of it better than anyone else, even though she couldn't remember who I am.

Odd, that.