Disco Nectar

In my single and bored days, I actually used to look forward to the occasional telemarketing call from one of our northern sub-continental friends.

I’d do silly things like change my accent every minute or so; pretend to be old and deaf; agree to sign up to everything then change my mind at the last second; pretend to get cranky as if I thought I was paying for the international phone call; and insist on telling Grandpa Simpson style long winded stories.

More fun than a night alone with Big Brother, let me tell you.

However, if these phone calls drive you up the wall, you can now register on a government website and never be bothered again – www.donotcall.gov.au – what a freakin’ great idea.