Ballet and mobile phones

On Thursday last, Paul, Michelle, Rob, Caroline and I went to Covent Garden to see Sleeping Beauty on the big screen, live from the Opera House. It was pretty special, some wonderful scenery, beautiful music and amazing dancing. Unfortunately, glass wasn't allowed in the seating area, so Paul decided to buy a 3 litre box of Australian Chardonnay. After Rob, Caroline and I decided to go down to the river afterwards and have a couple of gin-and-tonics, my general sobriety deteriorated, to the point where I talked to people on the tube.

One of these people was called Keisia. She told me about her evening (I forget what she said...) and I told her about the ballet. She sounded interested, so I said 'Well there's an opera in a few weeks, do you want to come?'. She entered her number on my phone and passed it back to me.

When you enter a name and number on a Nokia phone then exit to the main screen, it saves and that's that. When you do it on a Sony Ericcson, like mine, it asks if you want to save the changes. When you're drunk, sometimes you blindly press buttons til the screen looks right. The following morning, I looked to check for her number. It had gone.

My next phone will probably be a Nokia.