Welcome to 1995
June 4, 2009
1995. What a year. A year when the internet didn’t really exist. No mobile phones. No iPods. No email. No nothing really. Just a soulless existence where you had to actually be on time to meet people and where Blur were preparing to do battle with Oasis.
Well I’ve been forcibly transported back to that happy year as my iPhone has been sent to hospital. Apparently they don’t appreciate being watered and my insurance company insists on inspecting its damaged carcass before asking Apple for a new one. For two long weeks I will be incommunicado via a mobile telephony device. This is the first time for 10 years I have been without a phone for more than one day. This may get difficult especially given I am addicted to all things internets and insist on having a constant soundtrack to my life piped directly into my earholes. Instant cold turkey. Probably in 5 hours I’ll be curled up in a corner shivering and covered in my own vomit. Or I’ll feel strangely liberated. Maybe this is the very push I need to stop checking twitter every 5 minutes?
Only a very long two week time will tell.
