March 27, 2009
That’s it. I’m an addict.
It took less than an hour. Now there is no way back.
The two guys came. They sat in my living room. Delivered the stuff. And left me on a high.
I have a blackberry.
To start with, I want to wipe out from the surface of this blog all the bad things I ever said about Airtel. Sure, I had to call them three times to get the blackberry people to show up. But three times, honey, is nothing.
I was convinced it would take me a couple of years to get used to the damn thing. I mean, I can’t drive. My mobile phone is 7 years old and doesn’t have predictive text. I know only 3,5 keyboard shortcuts – my friend Esther, who can spend 3 weeks on her laptop without touching the mouse, thinks I am retarded. And in London I tend to buy my tube tickets at the counter rather than at the machine, just because I love hearing the guy say “Here you go, love.”
But ten minutes down the crackberry road and I was already frantically rolling the cursor.
The first number I called was our beloved Booze Man. Booze Man, as his name says, delivers beer, wine, vodka, rum and whisky. I worship him. I am trying to smooth-talk him into stocking Bombay Sapphire, Tallisker and Veuve, but he keeps looking at me as if I was a raging psycho. Never give up.
Friends came over for dinner. Not interested. Just call Colonel’s kebab, guys. No I’m not bloody cooking lasagna. What do you mean I promised? Shhhh. Just call the guy. I’m busy.
I replied to emails while talking to them. I have to say, I was inspired. My replies were all along the same lines: “Cool. Will write tomorrow. On my way out XX“, “Check out the last line of this email. Cannot talk now. Skype tom?“, “Heeeeeey, great. Write later.”
Then we went to the Polo Bar for drinks. I decided it was the perfect moment to edit my address book. Roll the cursor. Rolly rolly rolly. Yaaaaaaay! One done. 263 to go. Hmmm? Another brandy and soda please!
It’s brilliant. Such a clever machine.
But this black thing…
Do you think they make it in purple?