They told me the reception wasn’t great, but the call rates were cheap. And I am cheap.
They were right. The reception SUCKS. It sucks giant hairy rat balls in fact.
So, each day while I am at work, I climb to the top of this Silo to send and receive text messages (yes, I shouldn’t be doing that at work, that’s what Twitter is for right?)
This object appears smaller than it actually is... I swear!
So, thank you Vodafone, for my daily exercise, my legs have never felt better. Or hurt more. Hurting means you’re exercising right?!?
At least I get to enjoy the view while I am there. No bad, huh?
View from Silo at zero dark thirty
I am sure I would appreciate it more. If my legs didnt hurt like a bitch.
PS. I can’t spell – I just published this post with “exercise” spelt “excersise”. Then I got home, and realised I am a giant spastic head. Nice. Hope you didn’t see that.
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