Mood For the Day

Today's Mood on Sun, 4 Oct 1998

The tournament directors congregated behind the stage, in the Officials' Room. They were clearly struggling with the unfamiliar technology of the remote-phones.

'All right. Ringing up Ron. Number 752,' announced Brian.

Terry's phone rang. This was perhaps difficult to discern to the observer, as they were all standing together in a circle. But it was clear, at least to Terry, whose phone rang.

'Right,' said Ron. 'Let me ring up Terry now. Number 754.'

Colin's phone rang.

Brian consulted the printed out mini-directory that everybody had before them. 'Colin, it says here that your number is 759. Let me ring up your phone.' He struggled with the buttons on the handset for a while (Brian was having the most difficulty of any of them) and soon, the phone rang.

Terry's phone.

'At last! Someone cares to call me!' joked Terry. He answered the phone to make sure it worked, then looked up as he hung up. A thought had struck him.

'Does everyone have the right phones?' he asked the circle.

It was going to be a great tournament.

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