What a twat.

Well it's 6.50 am and I've been awake since 4.05 am. And I'm tired and my head hurts.

It's not that I couldn't sleep, it's just that someone woke me up.

My phone rang and I answered it and it was Phil, one of the students I'm working in a team with. I'm guessing he was pissed cos I couldn't understand a word he was saying apart from asking if I'd got his text message saying he couldn't make it to the meeting this morning.

Well I had, and replied to it, and then he replied to that so he bloody well knew I'd got it. He then said something about being committed to the project (so how about turning up on time for meetings then mate?) and this phone call proved it.

It certainly proved something.

Anyway, I said ha ha very funny, or something along those lines, and then set off on the return journey to the land of nod. I was about 2" away when the bloody phone rang again. This time 'Private Number' so I cancelled the call and put my phone on silent. Good job I did too because then I ended up with 8 missed calls, as I found out when I eventaully gave up and came downstairs at 5.20.

I listened to the voice mail, another pissed person saying something about billy bear...... Hmmm, guessing Phil is billy bear, but why I have no idea, and I'm certain I don't really care.

So for the last hour and a half I have been plotting my revenge (like ringing him at 9.30am - ha ha, that'd wake HIM up) before realising that there's absolutely no point whatsoever cos I don't want middle-of-the-night phone calls for the rest of my life.

Arsehole.