Hanging On The Telephone...

Going though some old documents this afternoon, I came across this transcript from a message I received on my answerphone about two years ago. I'd like to share it with you, if I may:

It was left at 02:08AM, So I think alcohol may have been involved somewhere down the line.

"hiiii haha...is this pete? hi pete...d'you think...it's been a long time, mate...me and you...we could have been best friends but we...where did we meet? we went to some kind of half-arsed red hot chilli peppers impersonation funk band, but no, it's all good...g...b...well...met you at megsies party as well, meggsies...ooo...we're all up for the...but anyway,pete - you DO look cool, I do like your hair, I like your face as well, it's OK. Not quite sure about your clothes, but you know, we can...we can work on that. Let's get married. yeahhh! eveyone's getting married tonight, Pete! Everyone's getting married. Everyone. Yeah. Everyone. This jibber jabber. Hiiii! Come to trough! Oh, he lives in London. Next on Channel 4! This is Channel 4 News. Jon Snow's got a bad posture, but generally he's got a nice liver...deeeeey 4 in the big brother house...this is an impression of that Geordie feller what they keep employin' to do this...(sound of phone being put down. pause. silence., sound of phone being picked up again) ...he smells of aids. that's got the be the craziest message he's ever got...oh...it's still on! (sound of phone being put down)

Word for word accuracy, there.