Beta Blocker

I received a phone call on my mobile yesterday from a lady at a charity. I was just about to start up work for my afternoon, and didn't have long to talk to her, but I didn't recognise the number, and I thought that it would be prudent for me to answer the call. So I did. And it was the lady from the charity. I can't remember which one.

She asked me how I was, how I was going, the usual. Then she asked whether everything was still okay for the payment to go ahead on the 30th. I said, "Huh?" I couldn't recall signing up for anything, but she checked my details, asking me my name again, making sure she was speaking to the right person. She was. I told her that I was fairly sure that I hadn't given the go ahead to start making payments from my credit card. She said that I'd signed up for automatic payments to be made on September 30. At SouthBank. Then I remembered.

I'd been at SouthBank on September 30. I'd been at ParkLife. And then I remembered being ambushed by some volunteers on my way back into the festival after taking a bit of time out across the river in the city. I was very drunk when I had my run in with these two, and although they hadn't taken advantage of me, I certainly wasn't in any state to be signing up for a year long commitment, but they'd gladly taken my signature.

Because I was in a rush to get back to work, I told the lady that sure it was fine, and I'd be happy to make the payments. So I hung up and went back to work.

While I was working I was thinking about what had happened, and while I'm not upset that I signed up for this worthy cause while I was drunk, I wasn't overly excited about it. They were going to be taking an amount of money every month, and I don't really know too much about it. I can't even remember the name of the charity. Then I realised that the credit card details I had given them were going to be wrong. Because I had lost my wallet in the days prior to ParkLife, I had cancelled my credit card. This means that the payment won't come out.

Now this brings me to my dilemma. They are most likely going to call me when the payment doesn't come out. What do I do? Should I give them my new details and pay the price for my being inebriated and out in public all year long? Or do I tell them that I won't be contributing this time around? I mean, I was totally gone when I was talking to these people. I can't really remember much about talking to them. I can only recall wanting to get away from them quickly. Hmmm.

I mean, the right thing to do would be to give them the new details, but I'm not especially happy about being taken advantage of during a generous/weak moment. And I don't really want to give money to some random charity. I can't even remember who it's to! Maybe I should get their details, check it out, and then make a decision. Maybe I should just tell them to bugger off. I already donate to a few worth while causes, I get people ringing me up at the centre, and I make contributions out of my own money. I don't exactly have a whole lot, and I need all I've got to buy shit that I don't really need.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll make a decision eventually, but if you've got any pointers, hit up the comments.

Just a short note. I recently downloaded an album that I had a while ago but have long since lost. It's Limp Bizkit's Significant Other. 1999 really was the year of the Bizkit, and it's not a bad album. The rap/rock hybrid that is nu-metal was in full swing back then. It has certainly become uncool today. These days it's all garage rock and roll. Distilling it back to the basics. Or whiny punk/emo bands. I was a fan back in 1999, and I still don't mind it. This was back when Fred Durst was king. It just couldn't work out for them though could it?