The old birthday is rearing its ugly head next week.
Normally I don't bother with birthdays. They're just another reminder of the passing of time, but this one is apparently "special", so I am to enjoy it whether I enjoy it or not.
I confess to being a bit of a problem person when it comes to presents as my needs are simple and my larder is full. I got a bit pissed off with clothing so now the procedure is that Herself orders me to buy anything I want and charge it to her account [overlooking the point that it’s a joint account]. That's fine and lovely but even when presented with a blank cheque I struggle to find myself something.
This time, in desperation I suggested I buy a new mobile phone as the old one has been driving me mad. She thought that this was a brilliant idea and I was to make sure it was an expensive one.
I did a fair bit of research and eventually found one that looked reasonable and wouldn't break the bank. I ordered it on-line on Monday to be sure it would arrive by the Big Day.
The damn thing arrived yesterday!
Naturally I had to make sure it worked?
It's not a bad piece of kit. It's a hell of a lot better than the old one as it has a bigger screen and the typing is a lot easier. It also has voice recognition which is better still, as then I don't have to do any typing at all.
There's a but.
There's always a but.
I have a theory that all modern technology is designed with a built in Piss Grandad Off feature, and sure enough, my new acquisition didn't let me down.
I was setting up a few things and at some stage I must have connected to my Google account. Massive mistake! I glanced at my Contacts list and the fucking thing had doubled in size. The fucking phone had downloaded all my Google contacts, none of whom had provided phone numbers so the list was fucking useless. Spent an age deleting them all.
Then I tried out the camera. It's not bad as cameras go though I won't be dumping my Canon at any stage. However, no sooner had I taken a quick snap but the phone gleefully announced that it had uploaded my photo to some sort of backup or something. Fucking hell! I don't want the Interwebs cluttered up with my junk photos.
There is one feature on the device I am keen to try out. It can be converted into a wi-fi "hotspot", which would be great if I wanted to use the laptop where there isn't any Interwebs. I just connect through the phone service, and then connect to the laptop. Brilliant! Except I can't get the damn thing to work. It can browse the Interwebs all right. I can connect to its "hotspot" with my laptop, but I can't go any further than that. While I can still browse with the phone, the laptop just sulks and says "server not found" or something equally helpful. I tried connecting it directly with a cable, and everything connected up beautifully – green lights across the board. It still wouldn't find the fucking servers though.
So the Piss Grandad Off feature works very well.
It's as well I didn't leave opening my present until The Big Day.
Tearing my hair out wouldn't have been very festive?