Something that was appropriate to yell while running through a residential area in the United Kingdom during 2003. Based on an advert for a telephone directory whose number is 118 118. All directories start with number 118.
GOT YOUR NUMBER!
118 500 (british telecom, formerly just 192)
completely fucking shit directory enquiries service that seems to be staffed by Indian halfwits with a somewhat limited grasp of the English language. The company that owns them must make massive profits through the calls as on average you are stuck on the line for 20 odd minutes trying to spell out really complicated street names like 'bond street' or 'High Street' to someone who sounds like a character from goodness gracious me
118 118? naah mate use 118 500
A number which UK residents can dial to be put through to an operator in India which has had 6 hours english training, in an attempt to find a telephone number for a named company/residence. Most often results in temper loss and incohorent screaming from both parties.
The NEW 192-Directory Enquiries. Live it. 118-118.