Various home circumstances have left me bereft of the urge to blog much over the course of the last couple of weeks. That and the fact that Word Magazine has declared blogging among the 'worst crazes ever', so it's probably not cool anymore (take heed Rob Fitzpatrick/Jude Rogers/David Hepworth/Andrew Collins).
To prove I am still cool, I present a photo of this little beauty (actual size). Yes, jealous readers, it's my new iPhone, which I took delivery of from authentic Apple dealer behind the Wheatsheaf Pub, Bilston, whilst his lookout looked out for 'The Bill'.
You want one don't you?
11 comments:
Send the seller round my place. I'm skint after Christmas, but I have some blood going spare...
And I bet when the operater connects you she listens in to your call!
(If it comes pre-loaded with David Soul I certainly want one)
ps I had a little chuckle at Word's blogging pronouncement too.
Too bloody right I do!
Your dealer's number please!
I can see the sort of blogs Word are having a pop at though. They can't have that much of downer on blogging, the new improved Word website is half blog based, and they even asked me to turn this piece of puffery from my blog to 250 words for issue 57 last year (the one with Bruce Springsteen - cover)
http://planetmondo.blogspot.com/
2007/09/holy-beatlemania-fab-four-go-to-gotham.html
I agree PM, it's a light-hearted regular piece in Word. I was just a having a small chuckle at the irony.
Word and Wired are the only mags worth reading in my worthless opinion.
I'm also slightly appalled that my iPhone idea isn't original! It's been done before..by Apple themselves.. Ah well.
VS - I suddenly made the connection after I'd posted my comment - whoops.
Perhaps you could re-tweak your design into a trim phone version, (with the two tone colour scheme). How snazzy would that be?
"Take me to your Dealer!!!"
Although I'm so technologically illiterate that I probably wouldn't know what to do with it! I hope you enjoy it.
It's a lovely thing, but...so much on one little gadget; what if you lose it ( or fall behind with the payments and your 'dealer' takes it back along with one of your fingers?). You'd be stuffed.
Anyway, I do everything Word tells me to do, so I'm packing up blogging right now. I've seen the error of my spotty ignoramus ways. It's back to basket-weaving for me.
Yeah, like the nurses would let YOU stop basket-weaving..
"Word and Wired are the only mags worth reading in my worthless opinion"
Pah! Don't they make Parade anymore? Surely the 'Parade Pile-Up' pisses on rubbish like Word and Wired (whatever they are)? And what about Razzle? With its 'Razzle Pile-Up', you get four women for the price of one ... on fucking top o' one another (unless they don't make Razzle anymore, in which case you don't)! And let's not forget Fiesta, with its world-famous 'Fiesta Pile-Up'. I was once lucky enough to witness FIVE of the little beauties piled up on top of one another in Fiesta - all courtesy of God's wonderous bounty ... under a hedge near a railway line in about 1989. Me and my friends still talk about that discovery ... and the vicious fight for control that followed our find. I'm pleased to say I won, and still bear the scars of my victory to this day.
Glory days, they were. You kids don't know you're fucking born.
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