Has anyone else noticed the new year heralding a phenomenon that I'm going to call 'Boy Bingo'?
It's a little game I am playing with myself and my phone. Suddenly a random number pops up on your phone, accompanied by a text from a blast from the past that makes you want to (number eighty one) stop and run. This is worth one point.
Most likely, said blast will be trying his luck. Something like 'Please, please will you fuck me?' (number forty one: time for fun) is worth another point.
Finally, desperation leads him to photographing his (number one) Nelson's Column and MMSing it to you. Another point.
Day later : yet another boy crawls out of the SIM-bin. Same thing. More points...Strike a line with that big fat marker pen.
My advice - keep letting those balls get read. Maybe you're a (number eight) fat lady or (number two) one little duck. A (Number twenty) getting plenty or even (number sixty four) red raw.
Boy Bingo seems to be a little trend that defies logic and belies its roots with time and tide.
Keep going til you have a full house.
This insight comes from my business partner Firgas Esack.