"Yo Bex! Luvved the headlines today. U R a stunna. xx"
"Who's this?"
"It's me, babes. DC xx"
"Who?"
"Dave. Da PM. We hung out at da Freuds last w/e! LOL"
"Oh yes. I remember."
"We must get together again. Wld U + Charlie like to come round and have fizzy wiv me n Sam this Sat? Xx"
"OK. Rupert wants to know how the BSkyB bid is coming on?"
"Tell him all is kool. Have put Heremy Junt on 2 it. Kno wot I mean! LOL"
"What is so funny about that?"
"Wot u playin at, Bex? Waz jus sending u ma luv."
"You are so not street, Dave"
"I so is, babes. Can I borrow 1 ov ur horses tommoro? Xx"
"Sure. Just don't forget the licence bid"
"Woteffa. N U keep ur hacking to da fieldz! Xx"
"Call me. Things are getting tough. Rupert thinks he will have to close the News of the World"
"This is the Prime Minister's phone. It does not receive personal texts."
"Stop messing around. Call me. Now."
"Your number is not recognised. Goodbye."
