lost
No description of my bank holiday weekend is more accurate than Alison Jier's vocals on I Just Wanna Dance from Jerry Springer The Opera (Sharp Boys or Wayne G mix, you decide):
I don't give a f**k no more
If people thing that I'm a w**re
I just wanna danceI just wanna f**king dance.
The weekend ended quite fittingly with the loss of my mobile phone (and the last remaining strands of dignity that somehow survived Sunday night's DTPM) on Teletubby hill (aka the grassy knoll behing the Royal Vauxhall Tavern) last night.
My mobile phone has been sending blank text messages to my landline - perhaps it was retrieved by a honest but extremely shy person?
My dignity has phoned from Betty Ford and is unlikely to come back any time soon.