tartan bunker

Thinking of God set me thinking of BT, which was pre Dekaydence Telecom. What tartaned me off about BT was that the poor wee beggars sitting at BT hq didn’t have a listed telephone number. Why am I surprised? BT bosses didn’t want people ’phoning them. Communicate with people. No, no, no. That just wastes time.

Thinking about it some more, BT may be the reason why God hasn’t been in touch in recent years. S/He gave up trying to get through. Having pressed all the buttons, given all the usernames (of which s/he has many), God was left holding on for half eternity, listening to the BeeGees’ Stayin’ Alive, you know the version that’s been put through a food processor, backwards, while the BT call centre operative went off and did an honours degree in humanities. Thank Dekaydence for the adservarum, or as young people prefer to call them, ad’ums.  I hope someone thinks to give one to God.