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coalescentSomebody just called my house. I let my dad answer the phone, because these days if people are trying to get through to me they tend to use my mobile. Plus, I was half-way through a rather good story from the latest Asimov's.
After a few seconds, my dad comes to find me. "It's SFX magazine," he says, as he passes me the handset; but when I put it to my ear, there's only a dial tone. So now I'm trying to think of someone who'd (a) want to wind me up by pretending to be SFX and (b) have my home phone number, and I'm failing.
After a few seconds, my dad comes to find me. "It's SFX magazine," he says, as he passes me the handset; but when I put it to my ear, there's only a dial tone. So now I'm trying to think of someone who'd (a) want to wind me up by pretending to be SFX and (b) have my home phone number, and I'm failing.
