Hektor left all this as a comment on the contact page, despite me asking that people mail them instead. However, I will not only forgive Hektor but extend to him my gratitude because he’s squeezed out a fully-formed nugget of tragi-tainment. I present it, unadulterated, below.
I was alone, at home, around Easter, last year, and, naturally, when the phone rang, I picked it up.
It was my brother-in-law, who, - I knew, - was on holiday, with my sister, in South Africa! They phoned home, regularly, but, what made this call, so special, was, the fact, that, as I was TALKING to him, my brother in law, was, apparently, “TAKING A STROLL”, - at the TOP of TABLE MOUNTAIN!
He bought me a copy of all the photographs, that he took, as proof! Fantastic shots, they ARE, too!
STEVE HOLMES, Sutton-in-Ashfield, United Kingdom
Whatever next, a carriage moving, without horses?
Where is the most inappropriate place I’ve ever heard a phone ring? At a flute recital. Nobody answered it, so it went on and on ringing, while the flautist bravely went on playing. Afterwards it turned out that it was her own phone. It was in her handbag, which she had left on a nearby chair when she stood up to play.
Anna Lowenstein, Palestrina, Italy
A flute recital. Is nothing sacred?