I lost a part of myself on Sunday when I became permanently separated from my rather cute Sony Ericsson K610i mobile phone at the Future Music Festival here in Melbourne.
At the time I didn’t care because I was very excited to see John Digweed, and was almost in rapture at the thought of getting down and getting funky with the kids as I danced Mikey style, to the Chemical Brothers.
Actually – scrap getting down with the kids, because on three separate occasions I was approached by different spotty youths asking how old I was.
Spotty Youth. “Dude, how old are you? You must be forty.”
Mikey. ”Err, I’m 38.”
Spotty Youth. “Wow man, you are as old as my mum. That’s cool.”
Mikey. ”Just because you are…….”
Anyway, I didn’t care because ”Hey Girl, Hey Boy. Superstar DJ. Here we go”!
So until I buy a new phone I will be carrying this around. 
Cool, huh?
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This is a most distressing state of affairs – as if losing the phone isn’t bad enough, being picked for 40 (when one’s appearance is obviously that of a 26 year old) is utterly soul destroying… and blatantly wrong… perhaps that spotty youth made that comment to flummox you while he stole your phone to pay for the drugs he was obviously on!!
Comment by Maria March 12, 2008 @ 10:34 pmSpotty youth are evil and must be locked in cupboards until they turn 30.
Love the phone.
Comment by magic bellybutton March 13, 2008 @ 11:28 amI was that spotty youth and I did get your phone you 39 year old looking cretin! The drugs were great and the after party events even more so. Like the new layout of this site you old bastard!
Comment by McSlagg March 19, 2008 @ 5:18 am