Obsessive Compulsive Texting Disorder

Thank the Lord I turned my phone off before I went to Nodsville last night. On turning it on this morning I was greeted with eighteen text messages, sent during the night. Eighteen! All from the same hetrotextual.

I am currently engaged in a frenzied menage-a-trois of text tennis. Our challenge is to think up hypothetical tribute band names. This morning's eighteen attempts ranged from the very good (Supergraft) to the desperately poor (Quornashop).

Between us we have already accumulated over 350 names. We hope to release the list in pamphlet form, sometime later in the year.