Stan's Cafe

I lost mine! In Lisbon. But it turned out OK because when you've lost all the numbers in yr sim card, it gives you the perfect excuse to get numbers off of people you've been meaning to for ages but never got round to it. It's a bit like not knowing someone's name - after a while it's too embarassing to ask. So my friend John Slade, who I've known for years, I really should've asked for his number by now. He probably thought I had it but never rang him. I had the perfect excuse. Now I've got lots of numbers of lovely people I can invite to barbecues, society balls, picnics and beanos. So why am I still sitting on the sofa?