Text addict

Anyone who knows me knows that I very rarely call. No, I text.

A lot.

Yes, my name is Tim, and I text like a teenage girl on speed.

So I expect you can sympathise with me when I tell you that the keypad on my trusty Nokia something-something-10 got a little knacked and started playing havoc with my text life. No longer could I call Yaz a bitch in everyday conversation; she quickly became a 'citag,' which is amusing but doesn't quite have the same punch to it.

Enough was enough. I got fed up with stuck keys archiving messages I wanted to send, and sending messages to people I didn't want to send them to. It was time for a new phone.

Hello Moto.

Yes, after seven years, I've jumped the good ship Nokia for a Motorola. It has a camera and everything (no doubt that means they'll be LOTS of inane photos springing up around here sooner rather than later). More importantly, I once again have the ability to text the word 'bitch.'

But that's not the best part of it: that, my friends, is that it is a flip-top phone.

I'll look like Captain Kirk when I open it.

I've been waiting for this moment since I was seven.