I thought I could easily survive without it. I was wrong. I could survive, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, I was surprised about how hard I found it. It should have been a doddle. It is not as if an iPhone has been part of my life for most of it.
I could be described as being in young old-age. I can remember when we didn’t have a television, and how when we got one, our neighbours came round on a Saturday evening to watch the small, black and white screen. I can remember the envy when some relatives got their first colour TV set. I can remember my girl-friend at university spending hours using a calculator the size of a small house in order to process by hand the statistics needed for her research.
I can remember too the joy of the first personal computers – the ZX81, the ZX Spectrum (“What on earth do you want one of those for? What good will it do?”) – and learning to use code to make machines do relatively useless things. And then the big breakthrough, the Amstrad PCW – technology that actually did things that made life much easier for someone who regularly typed thousands of words. Continue reading “SmartPhone Cold Turkey at Easter”