I'm Sorry. I'll Ask That Again.

Nothing important to do tonight. Apart from cooking dinner and drinking beer. Never the less I decided to finally attempt some Extreme Sports and pay my super-duper, hooley dooley, whiz-bang, steak-knives-included, half price Fox-Footy Advance Pass for the year 2003 in the Christian Era. Possibly heaps longer on the Jewish calendar and I suspect heaps less on the Muslim one. After all, they're a bunch of Yousef-Cum-Latelys....

GET ON WITH IT DICKHEAD!

OK. Where was I? That’s right. While I was tooling through the process on the Fox Internet site I realised I needed to enter a PIN number. Well, I've had Foxtel for yonks now, and the Footy Channel since it started. However, it turns out I hadn’t realised I needed a PIN number.

Seems that because I've had the account since before Bert Newton discovered the Model-T Ford I predated PIN numbers. So, in the best traditions of Public Service style managerial fluency I got straight on the Doganbone and phoned the Fox Hot Line. (131999 if you feel like killing an hour or so). After the preliminaries, which were substantially longer than the main bout, I got through to my Entertainment Consultant. Lest you think that this is some kind of pathetic Hugh McKay style I’d-Rather-Talk-To-A-Person riff I'm not going there.

I’m going HERE! Fox Frank eventually lobbed onto the other end....

Frank - "Hello, Frank speaking. How may I help you?"

Tony - "G'day Frank. I've just been renewing my Fox Footy subscription, but apparently I need a PIN number and I've never had one."

Frank - "Oh, that's OK sir, you've probably had one since before Islam was invented. [Hmmm, did I hear that right?] So you want to sign up for the new Fox Footy Advance Package?

Tony - "Yes thanks Frank."

Frank - "Hokey Dokey. What's your PIN number?"

Workin’ beautifully Frank. Ears good work.