Not dead

I’m not dead! I’m just uninspired. And busy.

I got my phone back after three weeks of ‘service’. They realigned the contacts, cleaned all the grit from the electronics, and replaced the battery part. They had shipped it to Sydney, Brisbane and Melbourne before returning it to Perth last Thursday, where the battery was found anyway.

In the meantime, I had not only received a personal apology from the manager of Optus World, Booragoon, but also one from the main Western Australia head manager of Optus Communications. I didn’t get any free phone credit, so I’m still not totally happy with the whole thing, but it’ll do for now.

Happy birthday to my sister who turns 18 tomorrow. I remember my 18th birthday party. It was a joint venture between Dan Fanselow, Majid and I. It was at Angela’s house. It rocked. It was also raided.

The Bruneian police were useless at doing anything else, but when it came to breaking up parties, they were a well-organised and rehearsed unit.