“Girl’s phone! It’s a girl’s phone! Hahahaha!”
I am getting a bit tired of this ridicule. It is not as if I am particularly affected by it. It is just boring and predictable. If people want to spend hundreds of pounds on the latest ‘fashionable’ gadget when there is one in perfect working order that they can get for free then they are the idiots, not I.
John returns from the toilet.
“Mppphhhhhffrggghahahahaha!” he laughs. He is bloody immature. Short Tony and Big A join in. So are they. Even Mrs Short Tony, who you think would have some sort of gender solidarity.
“You are wasting your breath,” I inform them. “Water off a duck’s back.”
“A duckie’s back,” interjects Eddie, a quite inappropriate gayist remark.
Honestly, they are all living in the dinosaur ages. It is the 21st century now, and if I want to carry round a pink phone then I am perfectly at liberty to do so. The world has moved on, and I am proud to say that I have moved with it.