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In September-October 2008 I managed to lose two mobile telephones within the space of one calendar month. The first was in my pocket when I left work one evening and was no longer there when I arrived home, fifteen minutes later. Possibly I was pickpocketed outside of East Croydon station, it’s the best explanation I can come up with.

After that, I spent £130 on a really nice phone, with all sorts of gimmicks and gizmos attached that I was really pleased with. I had it for less than three weeks before it vanished whilst on holiday in Iceland. I think it may have fallen out of my pocket when we got in the taxi back to the airport. The only thing that cheered me up was that my screensaver read ‘Takky Takky F***ing Takk Takk C**t’ (this blog has previously established that Takky Takky Takk Takk is Nordic for ‘thank you very much’), which probably gave whoever inherited my phone a good laugh. Either that, or offended them so entirely that they decided not to try and return it to it’s rightful owner.

(A week after we left Iceland, the bottom fell out of the economy and everything cost 2/3rds less than it had. Also, Rapey Joe never got to eat a puffin. On the plus side, the Blue Lagoon was suitably epic. I digress… just had to justify the travel tag.)

So anyway, the disappearance of two perfectly good telephones within a month cast obvious doubt on my suitability to be trusted with expensive portable electronic devices. My self-imposed penance: one year with my girlfriend’s (dreadful) old phone, which made a mockery of any attempt at navigation with it’s horrid rubbery control pad. For six months I kept the empty box of my dearly-departed lost-in-Iceland telephone in the spare bedroom, locked into the desperate hope that it may mysteriously re-appear. It didn’t.

Of course, over the next year, I didn’t lose the cheap phone. That much should be obvious. So on the one year anniversary (or somewhere thereabouts) of the Rekjavik Calamity (as history will record it) I gave serious thought to purchasing a new, less crappy, telephone.

(For ’serious thought’ read: ‘my sister found a really good deal with T-Mobile and I hopped on the same bandwagon’).

So yeah, I’m the proud new owner of a Nokia 5800. Actually, funny story: I went into Croydon to sign up for it on Saturday (October 31st). But the T-Mobile shop was rammed with chavs and I had a hangover of some significance, to the extent that I beat a hasty retreat, resolving to come back when town was less annoying. Anyway, I went back into the shop on Sunday (1st November), a day where the rain and wind were fairly insistent. Filthy weather being the natural enemy of the chav (it muddies up their trainers or something) the shop was deserted, and I snagged some promotion that had only come into effect that day. So, a hangover got me something good.

In retrospect, that story was more smug than funny. Deal with it: my blog, my rules.

Anyway… in order to make an already long story no longer… I have a new phone number: 07507 669459. Also, the doofus in the T-Mobile shop managed to delete all the contacts off of my old phone, so if you’re reading this the odds are that I no longer have your number. Shoot me a text or summat.

TL;DR: Phil’s New phone number: 07507 669459

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