The Joy of Text!

I have not grown a dodgy beard, and there are no pastel pictures of compromising positions!

It's amazing how much you grow accustomed to that lump of plastic and LCD screen in your jacket pocket.

I was probably the last person in my family, Uni class, group of friends to get a mobile phone......and even then it was the most basic block of plastic, that did nothing other than make calls. Slowly it progressed from a brick, to a brick that could text, to a brick that could text and take pictures!

I have not advanced far from the brick, although admittedly it now texts, calls, takes photographs and has access to the tinterweb (most of which I can't actually access cos I managed to do the typical MAN thing of plugging it in and throwing away the manual!)

All a sudden this piece of plastic, that was a necessary evil should your car break down (and having had some complete wrecks in my time this really was a necessity!) , has become an extension to your self.......something that sits in your pocket during the commute, that sits on your desk throughout the day and on your bedside table at night......something that you seem to check every 20 minutes or so to check whose contacting you! I had no idea that this piece of modern technology had become such an intergral part of my life.........

........that was until a very drunken evening at one of my great friends weddings (or to be exact on the way back in the taxi from a very very very drunken wedding at which a lot of dancing took place [I will put some photographs up if I'm allowed]) when I realised that my modern lifeline was not in my pocket......

"where is it?" frantic searching through each pocket.....emptying them onto the taxi seat.......nothign......"Argh.......". All my contacts, all my friends.....I couldn't think of anything worse that trying to contact all my friends/colleagues/taxi companies/takeaways to get those numbers back!

At times I have to say it seemed to be the longest 4 days of my life, constantly reaching for my empty pocket, to only realise that it was not there! ARGGGGHHHHHH.

But huge thanks to The Guys who managed to find it at the reception venue, although I have yet to discover where it was found! ( and given that the reception was full of equally [if not even more drunken] Guardsmen I should really check what photographs have been taken)