Having said all that, I received two unlimited texts yesterday whilst I was in Glasgow visiting the School of Art with my son. They made me smile in broad daylight. I know they were unlimited texts because until my sons are 18 they aren't allowed to manage their phone contracts, so I have 3 phones in my name, giving me a potential limit of 9,000 free unlimited expensive texts per month.
The reason that these two texts felt unlimited was that they gave me unlimited pleasure. Never in an unlimited month of free Sundays could I have imagined I would receive the following messages:
Can you also bring my fur and my hat and
We are underneath Donald Dewar