June 10th, 2003.
Oh dear, I said there would be tears.

Kenneth rang this evening...I can't remember everything we said, it was a very crackly line, but the following covers the main points:

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Who is that?

Me. Who are you?

My name is Kenneth. I want to speak to Felicity

(In my normal voice) I'm Felicity.

Hello?

Hello?

You are Felicity?

Yep. I am Felicity.

Who were all those people?

Me. I made them up. I told you in February it was a joke.

Why are you laughing? Where is Isabella?

I made her up too.

I want to marry a white girl.

Sorry. I don't run a dating agency.

I want to marry a white girl.

Sorry. Can't help you.

Here's a number (disappears for a minute and then rattles off a number) please ring me back.

Says: Bye. Thinks: No chance.