Text Message Theatre (Inbox):
- Want sleep.
- so i am fed up with being a hermit what are you up tonight?
- Bored now.
- Nothing to report.
- Oi — keep your hands off my doggie!
- Shattered. May not be going ce soir. Having tea w. Jon. will see after.
- Assume no – may nap + come but likely wake tomorrow.
- BAD TUBES. NOW HAVE BAD HEAD. NEED TO RECOVER FOR A BIT.
- I was at sheffield… without my phone!
- WASSSSSUUUUUUPPPPPPPPP? I FEEL LIKE ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHIT! D
Text Message Theatre (Outbox):
- We have vodka! Return at once! Base station out..
- Do not have your e mail address at work! Send it at once!
- Jen has such a hard life. I really feel for her. I so relate to her bruised sluttiness – jack is a fucking girl loser poof as well. Spit. Vomit. Barf. Ick.
[All messages copied verbatim from Nokia mobile phone]