Things I hate: #157

Phone rings, disturbing me when I'm busy trying to concentrate on proof-reading that feature I was battling with yesterday and finally managed to finish last night.

'Hello, it's Saffy from Numpty and Eijit. We sent you a press release about our latest report into widget wangling couple of months ago. Did you use it?'

Saffy, please note:

1. Don't you read my publication?
2. If not, why did you bother sending me the release?
3. And if you can't be arsed to read the magazine, why don't you pay a cuttings agency?
4. Oh - and the press release was irrelevant anyway...

GAH SOD OFF AND STOP BOTHERING ME YOU USELESS WASTE OF AIR

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It appears that I'm being boundary-changed from Lewisham East into Lewisham Deptford on 1 January.

This means my MP will transmogrify from Bridget Prentice into Joan Ruddock. Still Labour, but rather less New Labour, I suspect. I know I knew her ex-husband Ken Ruddock when I was at university - I seem to remember he was a physics prof and I can't for the life of me remember quite why our paths crossed. I also have a vague recollection that he's dead. But I might be wrong. The memory's going...