The proof I live in SW17. Courtesy of new phone with, of all things, a camera in it.

note 57 bus in background outside Mercedes Benz garage. Mercedes Benz, in Tooting. Ludicrous. And the local chip shop has shut. That's the onward march of gentrification, I guess.
Anyway. T-Mobile's benevolent upgrade system led me to choose an enormous handset which is totally inappropriate to my needs. I can take pictures, check my email, play a kind of elementary Space Invaders and 4 versions of Patience, sync my address book with my Mac, record 5 second blurry video clips, convert Euros to Pounds and back again, and have a Steely Dan midi-file as my ringtone… the only thing I can't seem to do is make phone calls.
Hoho. Comedian.


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