I have received quite a few emails and texts.
They were all from the mob that provide my phone and Interwebs.
Apparently [*breathless excitement*] if I add my mobile account into my “package” I can put my name down for the queue for the latest iPhone, or whatever it’s called.
Now my current phone works. Sometimes I wish it didn’t but nevertheless, it does. I can send and receive phone calls. I can send and receive texts. I could do other things with it but generally it just lies around somewhere complaining that it needs charging.
So why would I need a new phone? I presume it does the phonecall thing and the text thing so no change there? It’s probably bigger than the one I have so that doesn’t exactly fill me full of enthusiasm.
There was one of those poll thingies the other day where they asked if smart phones made my life much better or much worse.. They didn’t ask whether it made no difference whatsoever so I couldn’t vote. The results though is that 50% thought it made their lives much better. Weird. How? The only things that my smart phone does over the things my pre-smart phone did are basically gimmicks, gizmos and stuff that definitely should be confined to a computer. The only thing I can think of that may possibly be of some remote use is Google Maps which is basically a SatNav in my pocket. But seeing as I have a SatNav already then that function is somewhat redundant.
A lot of respondents to the poll said the smart phone made their lives worse. That is even more baffling. Have they never heard of the off switch? If I have some possession that makes my life worse I will discard it. Why on earth would I keep it? Presumably these people have to have this yoke that worsens their lives because they have been told to have one, either by their peers or by advertising. Granted, some will have been inflicted by their work, but the answer to that is my previous solution – the off switch. Maybe their phone can even be programmed to switch itself off when not at work?
I will upgrade my phone when it is capable of producing baccy at the press of a button.
Until then, they can all fuck off.