i'll call you....

i've had a recent cinema binge.
lots of afternoon screenings - i love going to the cinema when it's light outside, it always feels like a guilty pleasure (AKA something only losers do, according to the other half), and i love coming out and it's still light.
My sister asked me what i thought of one of the films i'd seen recently. 'Boring,' I told her.
'You always say that,' she replied. 'Or fantastic. Those are the only words you eve use to describe a film you've seen.'
which is true, though i have been known to say 'it got brilliant reviews'. this is usually my justification for putting something dire on our Lovefilm list. (that's the same sister who kept me awake all night the other night as she kept turning the hall light on and off and crashing around because there was apparently a mouse under her wardrobe!)
anyway, i've started turning my phone off during screenings, i never used to (but, before you get all uppity I HAD IT ON VIBRATE) as it's started to annoy me when it buzzes during a film and i spend the next 10 minutes wondering if that call was the one life-changing call i really should have taken or not. (the buzzing doesn't annoy me as much as people with big hair sitting in front of me even when the cinema is empty, or people chatting as if they were sitting in their living room, though).
and it is about that phone that i wish to blog today (which almost turns that intro into an homage to AA Gill, though i won't refer to my Nokia as the blonde).
it's stopped working properly. actually, it's one of my old phones, which i have had to revert to using given that my new, lovely, super slim Nokia does weird things like go straight to voicemail rather than ring before waiting 1/2 hour to tell me i've got a voicemail EVEN THOUGH I HAVE BEEN HOLDING IT MY HAND WAITING FOR THAT BLOODY PHONE CALL. and tell me that 'the number you have called has not been recognised' even though it is my number one speed dial and i call it at least twice a day! the new Nokia is currently being reprogrammed.
the old phone, meanwhile, does ring when it should (if only we could say the same of our lovers, eh?) but it's buttons have got a big 'sticky' meaning that i merrily key in a text message only to greeted by a blank screen. i feel like i'm writing in telephonic invisible ink, which would actually be great!
it also means that while i try and set myself a reminder (i live my life by mobile 'to do' lists: get up; breath; go to cinema and sit behind person with big hair to avoid irritation later) i actually end up looking for the week view of sometime round about 1912. i didn't know they even had mobiles back then!