I am rather annoyed with James Brown.
No I’m not talking about the Godfather of soul (Jump Back! Get Down! Kiss Myself! Aaaaow!!). At least I hope not; not least because he’s dead.
No, I’m talking about some other James Brown who is apparently in dire financial straits. He is running up debt, and apparently is not paying his bills.
That is, of course, his affair, and wouldn’t be a problem… except that he has been giving out my cellphone number (which I have had for more than eight years) to his creditors.
Dude, you are seriously p!ssing me off. If you can’t pay your bills, that’s fine. But please leave me out of this. The calls are getting annoying.