I've been sitting on the fence for a while now regarding the iPhone. Will I get one, will I not?
On the one hand, there is the expense, and the fact that everyone now has one.
On the other hand, there is the expense, and the fact that everyone now has one.
So I wasn't sure.
Then I heard on the radio that an iPhone had exploded in the face of a user, showering him with brittle shards of glass, and I'm afraid that has finally made my mind up.
I must have one.
I've found mobile phones a little bland to date. They've never really done anything for me. Sure, texting was a novelty for a while, but after you've done all the 'just thinking about you naked' and then 'sorry, mum, meant for someone else' kind of stuff, that starts to pale also.
But a device that explodes randomly in your face, or better still in your ear when you're talking to someone important. Now that's something worth having.
Who's heart rate wouldn't increase when the phone rang? Who wouldn't live life to the full every day, as the personal development coaches would have us do, knowing they had a few texts to send later on that afternoon?
When a parting friend says 'I'll ring you later', your first instinct would surely be to grab them in a Casablanca-style embrace, lest that call be your last.
Yes, finally a device to die for. The REAL killer app. The ultimate pinnacle of blind consumerism.
I'm on my way!
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