I mean really? Answers on a post card No, on my answering machine please. Fair play to it hanging on in the face of a ocean liner magnitude of technology bearing down on it. It used to be a treat to ring it on a Sunday and get a clip round the ear (still part of the treat) when the phone bill came through the post, delivered by a public postal service. We would then venture out into the wide world on the gen obtained through the informative automated message and the use of a road atlas.
Then someone invented mobiles, gps and the internet. Nay when I weralad it werard graft and fifty-pence a minute.
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