Let's Get This Straight...

I'm not coorse on my mobile phones... I don't leave them in the pocket of my jeans and subject them to a boil wash... I don't drop them 6 storeys off scaffolding...

SO WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I GET ONE THAT WORKS FOR LONGER THAN A COUPLE OF MONTHS!?

Yesterday, my new (3 months old today) Samsung U600 suddenly "lost" all the words I had taught the predictive text dictionary (Hungarian, and foul language), and wouldn't re-learn them again.

This morning, I got a text from Lord O., and I managed to reply to it... but, when he texted back, and ever since, I've not been able to text - every time I start to type a message, I get one word entered, then when I press the space key, nothing happens... then, after a few seconds, the display goes like the phone's switching itself off, and then comes "back on" again, back to the main screen, and takes a minute to "initialise" - but exactly the same thing happens if you go back and try to type a message again. And while it's "frozen", closing the slide makes no difference - and when you open it again, it does its "power down" thing.

I have noticed a couple of times since I bought it that suddenly an "egg timer" would appear on the display when you were navigating the menus, and it would say something like "Please Wait"... but then it worked fine again.

So, for the moment, I'm back to my D500, and tomorrow the U600 goes back to the shop to be sent for repair!

I HATE FUCKING MOBILE PHONES!

Reasons...

… to be cheerful – 131 – The number of £’s I won on the lottery on Saturday night… 4 numbers for the first time ever, and a pick 2, match 2 on the Hotpicks.

… to be guilty – 110 – the number of £’s I added to my winnings to buy myself a new phone. It’s a Samsung U600, and it’s fantastic! 3.2 mega-pixel camera, quad band, FM radio, ultra-thin, 2 touch-sensitive soft keys, black, TV output… and more… and I love it!

… to be less guilty – 90 – the number of £’s it was going to cost me to get that stupid, crappy LG Chocolate phone repaired (for the second time in the space of a year) and sent back to me. First time was a warranty job, but they told me it was outside warranty this time. At least my new phone has a full year’s guarantee with it. Now I can fax them and tell them to stick it sideways.

… to be less guilty (again) – 2 – the approx age in years of the Samsung D500 I’m using at the moment, and which is probably overdue to snuff it, even though it’s working fine at the moment.

… to be hacked off – 8 and a half – the time (8:30am) I had to be at work yesterday because boss had to go out, and Flunky was stuck across the Firth coz the boats weren’t running. He got back at half 11 or so in the morning.

… to be less hacked off – 4 and a half – the time (4:30pm) that the boss let me clear off early for being in early.

… to be hacked off again – 1 – the ear I must have got water in washing my hair yesterday morning, and which I’m now deaf in.

… to be afraid, very afraid – 1 – weeks to my exam!

… to be bored – 1 – I’m at work.

… to be hungry – 2 – the sandwiches in my bag that I’ve not had peace to nosh yet. And they’re Red Leicester cheese, which I’ve re-kindled my love affair with, after being unfaithful with a flexible Italian (Mozzarella) for a while.