Pow! Bang! WAP!
Oh woe is me. I fear I may be undone.
I do not have a BlackBerry. Not even sure how to spell it. And although my phone, a sleek but already dated Motorola Razr, can browse the web, I don’t particularly care to see the world through the teensy weensy aperture that WAP (wireless application protocol) enabled sites must live inside, because I want the pictures along with the text.
But I do like my email. Rather more than I should, perhaps, having been known to check it, um… quite regularly. You know that special plop sound that really good . . . [more]
