Nothing in the air tonight

Last Thursday night I was in a car on the way home.

I was pre-occupied with the driver who was slightly interesting / attractive in a "you smell nice in a cheap suit" kind of way.

At some point during the drive home I'd been playing with my mobile phone because the next morning I realised that I'd left it in the car.

The cab company's office is in Wood Green which is somewhere in North East London and I don't know anything about that area.

Hence, I haven't been to collect it.

I have been without a mobile phone for more than a week and I can I tell you something? It's been bloody marvellous.

People who want to arrange things can e-mail me. There's a phone at home and I have my own number at work.

I don't receive text messages from people who expect a response within seconds. I don't have to look at a ringing phone and think "oh, I really don't want to talk to you..."

What's the point of a mobile phone anyway?

Sometimes it's convenient if you're running late and you want to tell the person who you're meeting but on the Tube there's no phone signal.

The only time in the last week that I've thought "shit, I wish I had my phone on me", was when I wanted to take a photo of something.

I think discarding technology is the new way of embracing it.

The tale wags the dog because someone goes 'you must have the latest mobile phone because it looks nice and you can have songs on it.'

And you use it as an alarm clock too and you can take photos and suddenly "you just can't live without it" but then you think, well I managed quite well in the past.

Of course I will go and collect the phone from the cab office but I dunno if I'm going to bother turning it on again.

Unless of course I want to snap a picture of something.