Update: This post has been reproduced over on Ireland’s Technology Blog. Exciting times for all involved.
It’s five months since I joined the world of smartphones. (I’ve always been mad for the latest gadgets.) I decided to upgrade from my Nokia 5310 Xpress Music. There’s a good chance you made the very same decision, about 6 years ago.
On reflection, for me it was a poor decision. My seven-year-old phone still works, and only has two cracks on the screen, despite becoming well-acquainted with the floor over the years.
My new phone, a Samsung Galaxy Core Prime, pales in comparison. Though larger, it is much weaker. Its screen lasted seven days before shattering, quite artistically, after the phone dived from my hand onto the floor, from a height of 1-2 feet. “A bit of a soft lad”, one might say. “‘Smart’, me eye,” others may conclude.
It has since been provided with a lovely protective cover and a solid screen protector, albeit a little too late, for poor wee Sam.
It needs charging every day, if used a lot; 36 hours on the trot would be a serious push for the cratoreen.
It doesn’t have buttons. Well, just two, on the side. Madness.
Its radio is just not as good as the blokia’s. It doesn’t even work without internet. Serious hey.
The alarm won’t go off, if the phone is switched off. I have now had to become a crazy human who leaves their phone switched on, overnight, despite aiming to sleep.
Needing to charge the phone more than once or twice a week (ridiculous, really), and not being able to fire it across the room once I’ve the alarm set, make waking up hugely problematic. At night, my phone stays near my bed, because that’s where the only plug sockets are, and no matter how far away I place it, I can either reach it without fully leaving my bed, or I can pull it within reach using the charger. The result being that it is scientifically impossible to get out of bed when my alarm goes off.
There was none of that shite with old Blokky. Alarm on. Phone off. Close the eyes and bam, throw the phone in any direction (gently, to avoid property damage). Job done. Who knew where the alarm sound would be coming from in the morning? The only option would be to leap out of bed to find it before it woke the nation. Bed exited. Mission accomplished.
squarahed.wordpress.com 