When Good Technology Goes BAD

Last weekend I went to Oxford to visit my good friend Mark. One of the reasons Mark is one of my good friends is the propensity he seems to have to make me laugh. A lot.
For example.

The scene: Sunday morning. Mark's room. I was in Mark's bed. Yes, I know, but it's ok because he was on a futon on the floor. Anyway, that's not what made me laugh.
Alarm clock on Mark's phone: Beep beep beepy beep WAKE UP I am very annoying aren't I beep beep (continues in same vein)
Mark: Wha...? huh..? but..? (presses a button frantically)
Alarm clock on Mark's phone: (sullen silence)

Silence.

Mark: Zzzzzz
Léonie: (Elegant ladylike slumber)
Alarm clock on Mark's phone: (triumphantly) Beep beep beepy HA HA thought you'd got rid of me didn't you HA HA BEEEEEEP..
Mark: Just.. fuck it.. wha..? Motherfu.. (picks up phone. Presses snooze button.) Oh. That was RUDE.
Léonie: (through dreams of butterflies and rainbows [probably]) What was rude?
Mark: My phone just told me to snooze off.

Well. It made me laugh.

I had a lovely weekend. Took Monday off from work and hung out in Oxford, getting drunk and pretending that, like Mark, I was still at University and had just finished my finals. My favourite part was either the cheap cocktails, the croquet (which, as it turns out, I am shit at. I enjoyed it anyway. The true mark of a good sports person I think. Not caring that you're shit. Or maybe not. Whatever.) or the Sunday night thing with the live music. I had a fantastic time. So, Mark, thank you.

I am thrilled to be back at work though. I really am. Th-r-illed. I have discovered that if I ignore The Phone That Eternally Rings it is more annoying than actually answering it. I have also discovered that people don't like it when you follow them round the office for hours on end trying to tread on the backs of their shoes.

And also... actually no. That's all I learned. I want a cocktail and a short, lazy game of croquet, please.