For the third time since moving to Johannesburg, I was awoken last night at 4am to the sound of gunshots right outside my window. My flat is directly opposite a large public park, and a river, and I believe that people are taken there from nearby Alexandra township to be murdered. The worst was the accompanying sound of a French man screaming, over and over again, “Comment? Comment? Comment?” (“How? How? How?”).
Ah, Johannesburg.
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do justice to this review, folks. Seriously, the phone could be a hand-me-down Windows 7 phone with all the buttons missing and I would still think it was space-age technology, as long as it doesn’t advertise its top feature as ‘FM Radio’. (Yup. Some people still think that ‘FM Radio’ is a feature worth advertising.)
Here it is, out of the box and in my hand. In fact, it’s unlikely to ever leave my hand again. I give little squeals of pleasure every time I stroke its lovely shiny screen. People in the office think I’m cracking up.
So, stay tuned as I take my first happy steps into smartphonedom and experience the joys and sorrows of touchscreens, autocorrect and app stores for the very first time. I may even get around to listing the features of the HTC Wildfire along the way.
"Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression's actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world; and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it."
