I wasn’t planning to do this, I really wasn’t.
Having a Myspace page and Blogging all seemed a bit too 21st Century for my 20th Century tastes. It was like owning a SatNav or worrying about my carbs – I could grasp the concepts and appreciate the benefits but I just couldn’t be arsed with the technicalities.
It was the same with mobile phones. I held out for ages, almost making it into the 21st Century landline-locked and mobile-free. Once again, the concept was grasped and the benefits appreciated, but my reluctance to follow the herd coupled with a deep-rooted fear of looking like an 80s options trader or a media twat reinforced my stubborness. Over time my position became increasingly farcical, as my positions have a tendency to do. Vast chunks of my social calendar were consumed by endless, Tolkein-esque quests to find loose change and a working telephone box. Friends and loved ones began to question my sanity. I began to question my sanity. During the very last week of the very last month of the very last year of the 20th Century I gave way to social pressure and bought a Nokia that looked like one of those black rubber bricks you used to fetch from the deep end of the swimming pool.
I like to think that in a previous life I wrecked Spinning Jennies for a living.