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.