I mentioned to Jimmy the other day that he was Number 2 in my phone's speed dialling memory. He was a bit pissed off, especially when, in reponse to his question, I said no, number one isn't my mother or my sister or my brother or my manager. I eventually confessed that 1 is Voicemail, a preset in the phone - like most, I think...
When I rang him yesterday, I said "Hello, my Number 2 man...!"
"Don't start!" he said threateningly*. "I'm number one. Get it! Number one, moi."
*mock-threatening, that is...but he does a damn good imitation of a numbskull threatening Sarf London geezer
