Phone Call #

29 March 1999

Taking a day off to relax and recuperate from Saturday’s Buachaille Etive Mor sesh’, and I get a phone call:

“Hello, is that Mr Nelson?”
“yep.”
“Ah, hello there. I hope I’ve got the right person, I’m trying to contact a Mr Nelson who filled in a questionnaire recently which had an award attached.”

Woohoo! Finally, all my filling in of those bloody consumer survey questionnaires must’ve paid off! I began to get giddy, but then she continued:

“So, can I just check a few details - you’re married, aged over 65, are a house owner, and have an income in excess of £18,000?”
“Ah, um, not quite.. I’m not married, I’m aged under 65, and I don’t own a house.”
“Oh dear, I’m sorry to have troubled you, I must’ve got the wrong person.”
“I earn about £18k, though - maybe it is me? Can I have the prize award anyway?”
“Um, no.”

Bollox.