Delete that number. You know the one. The one you’ve dialed drunk, sober, morning and night since you met. The one you WILL dial drunk, sober, morning and night after you split. And really shouldn’t. If you’ve learnt it off by heart, perhaps you need to consider a small lobotomy. Now you can cry, wail and tear you hair out without prostrating your cellphonic self at the feet of the B&*%#RD. The word B&*%#RD, which should be screeched vitriolically at … Read More »