It dawned on me the other day that my mobile was ancient.
I think it was while my friends were busy tapping their phones and practically getting them to go to the bar and get the drinks. My phone, by contrast, is rather happy with itself if it manages to send a text. I also realised that while everyone else pays a tenner for unlimited everything, I was paying a whopping amount for not a lot. It was time to get a better deal.
A few wangles later, a stern call to my service provider, a hint that I was about to leave, and the next day an iPhone winged its golden way to me. I almost heard the reverent harp music as I opened the parcel. iPhone!
The packaging alone makes you feel swish. It’s just so seamless and stroke-able. I held the new phone aloft (iPhone!) and thought it was wonderful.
That was six hours ago.
I have since come to the conclusion that I perhaps should find a friendly pigeon for future correspondence, as I am hopeless at new shiny things. I spent ages saving all my contacts and pictures from my old sim to my old phone, and then inserted my new sim and saved them all over again. And did that work? Nope… new phone has no idea and doesn’t care who my contacts are, and wouldn’t give a toss if no-one ever phoned me ever again. New phone (iPhone!) wants me all to itself.
It also won’t let me transfer my pictures. My old phone is gamely trying to Bluetooth them to the new phone, but the new phone doesn’t want to know. It is in love with its own shiny self and doesn’t want anything of the old to sully it. Including me, I fear.
I had to update itunes to the latest version. Once it was done, itunes promptly forgot what audio CDs were and told me that its drivers were missing from the registry. Oh dear, I thought, this means trouble. I uninstalled, reinstalled, rebooted, cursed, raged around the room, shut down, shut up, and ate an angry sandwich.
The only thing to do in that situation is to register on various techy forums and act like a complete girl (apologies to all girls out there who are amazing tech goddesses. I don’t mean you). I step up to the forum, pink bonnet in hand, and make my grovelling confession and plea for help. Thankfully it was answered, and I was pointed to a helpful link. Praise be! (iPhone!)
Helpful link, however, was a bit more hands-on then I had hoped. It involved fiddling with the Windows registry, deleting gears for drivers, and then reinstalling them. At every stage there was a red warning sentence in bold that said messing with the registry could seriously damage your computer's health. Needless to say I was wondering whether it would ever turn back on again, so it was all a bit heart-in-mouth as I did the final restart… and hooray, it worked! (iPhone!)
So, six hours later, I appear to be set up. Apart from there’s the little matter of not understanding the actual phone yet. And of course, I have no contacts left. But I can play with swishing things from one side of the screen to the other, which is surely the main point of a mobile.
*Hello? Friends? Heelllllloooooooooooooo....*