This afternoon, I was fixing up Rhiannon's new phone with a better deal than the paltry scraps that t-mobile think is acceptable and the guy on the other end told me that she would get 5000 free texts included in the bundle and then asked me if I needed to upgrade that to 10,000 texts a month - to which I responded: "Jesus - who the hell can use 10,000 texts a month... or 5000 even," to which he then said:

"You'd be surprised. I had a guy on the phone yesterday wanting to upgrade his 10,000 texts...

Afterwards (and no, she didn't get anything close to that), I sat down and worked it out. 10,000 texts a month? On a 30 day month, that's like 333 texts a day. Which amounts to something like sending 20 texts an hour (worked out based on a 16 hour waking day more or less). I haven't got the fastest fingers in the world but what the hell can you have to say so often that's short enough to not take up your every waking moment. If the guy was texting anything of value, let's say it took 20 seconds. By my (very off kilter) calculations, that must be half of his waking hours spent texting because he surely has to read a text that came in first to respond to.

What kind of job has this guy got? Who is he texting that is obviously texting him back in equal amounts? How many times a day does he have to charge his phone up? What sort of things does he say? Why is this guy allowed outside?

Let's also assume that this isn't an isolated incident because - as the guy told me - it was something that happened just yesterday.

Jeez.

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Busy writing today - I'll leave you with the latest instalment from The Roth Show: