I looked at my watch. 9.15pm and no sign of The Boy. His mobile phone was upstairs, on his desk and he was down the road at his friend’s house.
No problem. I fired up FaceTime and gave him a call on his iPod,
“Time to head back up home,” I said.
“What? Oh, right,” he replied. I watched him on the screen as he walked down the stairs, shouted goodbye to his mates and started up the street.
Technology is astonishing, isn’t it? Here I am, with a slab of plastic, glass and other assorted bits, holding a video call with my son’s slightly smaller slab of plastic, glass and other assorted bits halfway down the street. He could have been halfway around the world and we’d have had much the same experience. My magic slab talked to a box in the corner of the dining room, which sent a message via various wires & cables to a phone exchange then on to a box in the corner of their dining room and finally, to his magic slab.
It still staggers me that this actually works. It’s like Star Trek. But, more of that in another post.
Roll back earlier in the day. I’ve been looking at new phones as my 2-year phone contract is nearly up for renewal. I think I’ve pretty much decided which one I’m going to get, and this prompted a discussion amongst colleagues about our first mobile phones.
Mine was back in… 1996? A Nokia 1610, if memory serves.
It was a beast compared to today’s shiny magic slabs. It made phone calls, and I’m not entirely sure it did text messaging. Mobiles were starting to gain in popularity, and it was a *huge* event to get your first phone. Even if you had to carry it round in a bag rather than in your pocket.
Oh yes it was. Shush. 🙂
Various phones came and went, usually of the Nokia variety. I’ve still got some of the handsets, though they’ve been relegated to the kids’ bedrooms as toys. I had a brief (ok, 2-year) dalliance with a Blackberry Pearl (which I’ve just about recovered from) before going Android with the wonderfully chinny (and stupidly-named) HTC Hero.
I loved that phone, with its nobbly little trackball and jutty chin. I moved on from that to my current phone, the HTC Desire S.
Seriously, HTC. What is it with you and daft phone names?
It’s served me well, but it’s time for an upgrade. I had a prod at a Nokia 820 and 920 for old time’s sake, but whilst Windows Phone is all pretty and tiley, it didn’t seem… enough to tempt me away from Android. The Nexus 4 similarly caught my eye, but lack of expandable storage was a big no-no. IPhones are lovely and shiny but still daft prices on a contract even for the iPhone 4.
So, come July I think I’m going for the Samsung S3. That said, there are still a couple of weeks until I can upgrade, so anything can happen…