I had a great day down in Brighton recently wandering around the North Lanes. I stopped off at an excellent cafe - Mange Tout - and started chatting to the waitress. It's good to talk. Suddenly...
She: Can I have your mobile number?
Me: Er, yes.
I thought it was good to remain silent for a short while. I then gave her my number.
Me: The thing is, I'm going back this evening and I know I don't look old enough but I am actually very married. But you can ring if you like. It's good to talk.
She scoffed loudly.
She: You don't understand; it's for track and trace.
She: And not by me either - by your government.
My 'phone has yet to ring. I'm not disappointed.