well...maybe not telly...but it's a goodie.
so...i have 700 words and the bibliography of my essay left to do.
i'm quite tired last night, so i think 'i know, i'll wake up really early, be a good boy and finish it then. it's in for 1...i'll have loads of time'
so i do....up at 7.30...i'll just go get the paper and som mi....
oh. i. i've just locked myself out.
whoops. luckily, i live above a shop...maurice might have a spare key.
off to the phone box
'hi maurice, sorry mate...i've been a silly bollocks and locked msyelf out...when you open up, could you let me in the side door?'
'sorry mate, i haven't got that key....john the landlord has though'
'ok, cool...have you got johns number'
dial, dial...ring ring..
'hi john it's michael...sorry mate, locked myself out have you got the spare key?'
'yes mate i have'
'can't get to you till at least 10 though'
so.....the scene as it is.
i'm in the local library, waiting for 10 to go back and hope john can let me in.
which leaves me 2 hours to finish my essay, get it printed and take it in to uni.
i'm excited.....who else is excited?