The Sudden, but Inevitable, Betrayal

Technology is like a woman.

Seducing you with promise and its taste and its smell and its touch, your imagination runs riot, building expectations of happiness and satisfaction.

Alas, like a woman, it will betray you in the cruelest way possible.

Last week, having travelled with me to the Greek Wedding and back, my iPod died. A hard blow, for what shall I use now to listen to the sweet tones and harmonies while I travel the surface of this world?

Bereft of its love, the second, soul-crushing blow came yesterday. My brand new phone, the Sony Ericsson V600i, also a Greek Wedding pilgrim, needs a new battery, for the current one is defective and needs replacing. I followed all procedures, and still she betrayed me.

Vodafone have loan phones to use during the repair process, so now I sport a Sagem.

Does saying "it has a long battery life" count as damning with faint praise?

The Luddites had the truth of it.

[Addendum:

I feel the need to vent. I held back in the original post, but now I feel no such compunction. This Sagem phone I am using is brutal.

The keypad is poorly designed, and it has woeful ringtones. Make no mistake, I am not trying to be a twelve-year old boy again, but I do like a phone to have mobile-phone-y ring tones so I can receive texts and calls without getting embarrassed in public places.

It is annoying me so much that I am seriously considering using an old Nokia phone I was loaned by the Pornstar a few weeks back when the V600i was charging.

Never, ever, ever will I look at a Sagem phone unless it comes with a car and a free entry to the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas, travelling expenses included. Under those conditions, I might consider it.]