Thursday, December 31, 2009

 

Don't drop it!

Have you ever bought a new mobile phone? Of course you have - you've probably had loads.

In sixteen years of mobile phone use I have had five handsets in total. I have only ever bought three of my own free will as the first two were cast offs, so I have effectively had one phone every 3.2 years.

I can't remember buying the first one, but I quickly discovered that unless my phone was of a clam shell design I would be making all sorts of transgressional phone calls from my back pocket, so avoided the traditional shape from a fairly early stage. My second phone purchase was natty silver clam and when you opened it, it emitted a "swoosh" sound just like the communicators used in retro star trek shows - a la Captain Kirk and Sulu.

When that one finally died, I opted for a VGA camera phone in metallic pink and although the pictures were rubbish - I've had no real complaints about the rest of the phone's features.

Then, yesterday, I had a little accident. Suffice it to say that mobile phones and water don't mix and my little mishap means I am very likely to need a new one.

As it is Christmas, I decided to look for a new model on the internet to avoid the mobile phone shop madness that ensues during the festive build up. I thought it might make things a bit easier, but lo and behold after only five minutes of searching, my brain was fried and I now have no idea whether I want 3G with a qwerty keypad or a touch screen with stylus. Do I need expandable memory and is it important for me to be able to Tweet at all times - well I just don't know!

I found a phone I liked the look of and mistakenly then looked at the reviews - the various disgruntled customers swiftly informed me that it didn't come with a USB cable and what was the point of expandable storage if you couldn't store MP3s anyway. And one reviewer even proffered that it was cheap and plasticky - well of all things to be that's pretty despicable, I'd say.

The upshot of my surfing is that I don't know what to do. Shall I wait to see if my doused phone dries out and will go on to give me another 18 months of use, or should I just cut my 'pay as you go' losses and opt for a monthly tariff with a free top spec phone? If only you could help me out of this dilemma, dear reader I would be so grateful. Now, if my phone were working you could text me, couldn't you!

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Monday, December 21, 2009

 

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

Be not alarmed, women drivers, on reading this blog, by its abysmal attempts at literary parody, nor by the strange news here related.

You may possibly wonder what this is all about; fortunately, I, myself, as the master of this blog am in a position to be able to reveal to you what has brought about this unusual, effortful and strangely sub-clause-rich mock-letter.

In short, it is the revelation, brought to my attention by a news source no less grave and reliable than that provided by the British Broadcasting Corporation, that Pride and Prejudice, known to all as a masterpiece of 17th century literature, is being re-worked, as an adaptation of a contemporary novel - indeed, a parodic bestseller - into a film that will be known as Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Whether I will condescend to adopt to enjoying the measures of this art, I am undecided. I understand the genre of parody and think it unlikely that this film will be faithful to every event of the original narrative; but, should such a genre agree with your inclination, I see no reason why it might not be enjoyed as a bit of good fun.

However, if the idea arouses in you feelings of abhorrence and seems close to sacrilege; pray, stay away from crowded multiplexes this coming summer, lest the film should offend you and disturb your delicate sensibility.

I must now mention that I have, after all, decided that I will endeavour to see the film; it will star Natalie Portman, a fine actress and a most respectable lady. I will only add that she's exceedingly fit, innit.

God bless you.

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Monday, December 14, 2009

 

I learned to drive in a Bentley - I wish

I learned to drive in my mum's Rover Metro and my driving instructor had a Ford Fiesta - not exactly luxurious cars, but they did the job.

However, if you're Paris Hilton's little brother you might expect a bit more from your first car, and Daddy Hilton did not disappoint.

Yes, 15-year-old Conrad Hilton III was let loose in a $200,000 Bentley, albeit with his dad by his side ready to grab the steering wheel, as he took to the streets of Beverly Hills for a quick driving lesson.

Still, when you've got an estimated fortune of $300 million sitting in the bank, as hotel magnate Richard Hilton is reputed to have, then the odd dent in your Bentley is not much to worry about now is it?

And I'm sure the father of five hopes his youngest heir will fare better on the roads than his older sister who ended up spending 23 days in prison, in June 2007, after an arrest for drink-driving.

Good luck Conrad - the lenses of the world's press are upon you.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

 

Cole's curls are not so worth it after all

After fronting L'Oreal's TV commercials and becoming the latest "Because I'm worth it girl", you would have thought the people at L'Oreal would have chosen a celeb whose curls are actually their own.

But the news that Cheryl Cole's radiant and shining locks are actually extensions adds a slight touch of irony to the advert -- how can someone with fake hair promote a shampoo brand?

With stars such as Beyonce, Eva Longoria and Penelope Cruz also in the line up to be L'Oreal girls, Cole is unlikely to be the only one guilty of not having her own hair.

While a tiny disclaimer does flash up during the advert for about two seconds revealing that her hair is styled with hair extensions, it still seems very deceitful using someone with fake hair to pull in more customers. I think I shall be sticking to the Herbal stuff instead.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

 

119 candles on a cake

Sorry, but this is a sadblog.

The world's oldest woman has died at the grand old age of 119.

Ana Maria Perez died in hospital in Mexico from pneumonia, a Government spokesperson announced.

Sadly for Ana, she was never properly recognised as the world record holder because, despite holding a bona fide birth certificate stating her date of birth as 22nd June 1890, local officials had been unable to raise the necessary funds to facilitate the visit of a Guinness World Records' representative who could authenticate the entry.

Ana first came to the attention of Colima State's Institute for Attention to the Elderly when their representatives were visiting her 77-year-old granddaughter who needed their help. When the elderly woman told them she had a live grandmother the personnel were shocked and decided to search her out.

Despite not receiving the record breaker's title, the centenarian did get a visit from Mexico's President, Felipe Calderon who recognised her special age last year.

The reigning oldest person in the world, as recognised by Guinness, is Japan's Kama Chinen, 114, who received the title after Gertrude Baines from the US died in September. She was 115.


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