gone 11

I hate text-messaging. I just can’t see the point of dragging out a two minute conversation over half an hour, but today I’ve begun to see things a little differently. Picture the scene: you’re out in London, the pubs are shutting, but you’ve still got a raging thirst. You don’t know anywhere locally that’s still open, so you skulk off home. Not any more. Just type gone11 into your phone followed by your postcode, send it, and hey! Presto! You’ll have a list of the five nearest bars still serving sent right back to you. Excellent idea.

3 Comments

  1. Sheesh. We’ve had that for a year or two here…. Tsk tsk tsk.

  2. Yes, we know that you Norwegians are the most technologically advanced race on Earth, and we’re all very jealous.

  3. Haha! Yes. Well, except for our need to put drakkar on everything. ;)