Hey, remember the days before mobile phones? I do.
Which should tell you a little bit about how disgustingly old I am. And, if you can't remember the days before phones, let me impart some wisdom to you, young'un. Dump some Ritalin and calm your allergies so you can focus on what I'm about to tell you.
BM (Before Mobiles) was a heady time to be alive. If you wanted to talk to a girl you had to grab the house phone and sneak into the laundry, threading the cord under the door, and hope that your brother didn't cotton on. "Mummmm! He's on the other line!"
If you wanted to meet your friends to go gallivanting around the city, well, you did it at Town Hall Steps. This was the meeting place for everyone, ever. With no way to contact each other, you were sometimes waiting there for hours if Tommy missed the bus or Rob fell down that manhole again and had to work his way through the sewer complex to get out.
Gods, but I made some good friends on those steps. Got a date out of them too when some poor girl's friends never showed and she had no choice but to talk to me.
Those were good days. Now go away while I suck on my teeth for a while and fumble around for my cholesterol meds. read more