Okay so my phone is well and truly bust now. It's the same old iPhone story: charging port gets dusty with pocket lint, charger doesn't connect, phone dies. Thank you and goodnight, lots of love, Apple.
I think I might switch to Samsung, or maybe Windows, or maybe Nokia (this never happened with the 3210) or perhaps semaphore or carrier pigeon. Ah those were the days: scribbling out the letters WUU2? on a bit of ticker tape and then wrapping it round the foot of a squawking pigeon before flinging open the window and screaming 'fly, fly my pretty!' while it flapped off in a hopeful direction over the rooftops.
I can't complain too much. I am after all, typing on a magic wonder box which is theoretically connected to every other magic wonder box on the planet via bits of metal orbiting the Earth in actual space. When you think about it, the technology of that is quite extraordinary.
I think it might be the battery that's dead. There is no response at all and it's been plugged in for hours. I am incommunicado - which will probably annoy that handful of people who are desperate for me to make a PPI claim, or those jokers who are still adamant that I've had an accident in the last two years. Not to mention the 'experts' from 'Microsoft' who have detected a fatal system error on a computer that doesn't exist.
"Yeah, you do know that I only have Apple products, don't you?" I said, the last time they phoned me up.
Although that hasn't worked out too well in hindsight, has it?
If you want to talk to me, it's back to the old magic wonder box I'm afraid.
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