POW LOTTERY SYSTEM THEORY!!, by Mrs Mouse on Apr 3, 2007 11:39:52 GMT 1, Yesterday morning. 10.30am.

I just sat down with a cuppa and a McVities digestive biscuit.

The phone rang.

Number witheld.

I say 'hello' in my best telephone voice.

I can hear a feint voice - it seems far away.

'Hello' I say again.

Still the feint voice.

'Hello, hello' I repeat.

I can just about make out the voice.

It is a man's voice - speaking in a loud whisper - a husky kind of voice - sad, desparate, breathless.

The voice says 'Whaaat siize shooooes dooo youuuuu weeeear?.

I quickly put the phone down, my heart pounding.

As I return to my McVities digestive, the phone rings again. I jump.

Number witheld.

I ignore it.

It rings again.

Number witheld.

I ignore it, again and again and again that phone rings throughout the day.

My husband arrives home at 6pm, and when the next call comes he picks it up and with his loud, manly, masterful voice he says 'hello'. The caller hangs up, never to be heard of again.

Later that day I sit there pondering the reason behind the strange calls. Was it simply some pervert with a foot fetish picking random numbers from a phone book? Was it some-one I know with a vendetta against me? Was it the weird guy next door who stares at me when I put the washing out?

THEN IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!

I just bought a Morons print off POW! Was this call part of their new lottery system? Were they testing me out in some way? Was this a coded message asking me whether I wanted to buy the next print? Doh!

If I had answered 'size 5' would I be guaranteed a print from the next release? Or maybe 'size 6' would have guaranteed me a signed version? Heaven knows what delights 'size 4' may have brought!

I guess I will never know, but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.



PS This really happened

Yesterday morning. 10.30am.

I just sat down with a cuppa and a McVities digestive biscuit.

The phone rang.

Number witheld.

I say 'hello' in my best telephone voice.

I can hear a feint voice - it seems far away.

'Hello' I say again.

Still the feint voice.

'Hello, hello' I repeat.

I can just about make out the voice.

It is a man's voice - speaking in a loud whisper - a husky kind of voice - sad, desparate, breathless.

The voice says 'Whaaat siize shooooes dooo youuuuu weeeear?.

I quickly put the phone down, my heart pounding.

As I return to my McVities digestive, the phone rings again. I jump.

Number witheld.

I ignore it.

It rings again.

Number witheld.

I ignore it, again and again and again that phone rings throughout the day.

My husband arrives home at 6pm, and when the next call comes he picks it up and with his loud, manly, masterful voice he says 'hello'. The caller hangs up, never to be heard of again.

Later that day I sit there pondering the reason behind the strange calls. Was it simply some pervert with a foot fetish picking random numbers from a phone book? Was it some-one I know with a vendetta against me? Was it the weird guy next door who stares at me when I put the washing out?

THEN IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!

I just bought a Morons print off POW! Was this call part of their new lottery system? Were they testing me out in some way? Was this a coded message asking me whether I wanted to buy the next print? Doh!

If I had answered 'size 5' would I be guaranteed a print from the next release? Or maybe 'size 6' would have guaranteed me a signed version? Heaven knows what delights 'size 4' may have brought!

I guess I will never know, but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.



PS This really happened