BlackBerry's big London adventure
The BlackBerry trial (see previous blog) has stalled somewhat. I took it with me to London today and decided to consult its map section when I realised I had forgotten my little black book which has old fashioned maps on paper.
I had to speak at a seminar at the London Stock Exchange but was running on a mental programme installed during the 1980s which required a tube trip to Bank Station. Realising the exchange had moved, but forgetting the new location, I couldn't get the BlackBerry map to help me so resorted to that feeble non-digital standby of asking someone the way. It worked a treat.
Once installed at the venue with a bacon sandwich in hand I decided to look at some emails but the batteries were down so the seminar host offered to lend me his charger lead, plugged in to a floor socket. "But I might forget it there," I said.
"Don't worry, I will need to get my lead at the end," he said. An hour-and-a-half later we both took off in separate directions leaving the BlackBerry bleeping away contentedly all by itself, secure in the knowledge that its self-contained GPS system knew its exact position on the planet.
I had hopped on a bus, meanwhile, where I spent the next 10 minutes making faces to a toddler who was munching on half a Rich Tea biscuit. Switching buses I decided to check my emails. No BlackBerry. I believe now it is in the post, probably with my host's cable which I will need to mail back to him.
"You're not fit to have one of those," said Gill. I think she has a point.
I had to speak at a seminar at the London Stock Exchange but was running on a mental programme installed during the 1980s which required a tube trip to Bank Station. Realising the exchange had moved, but forgetting the new location, I couldn't get the BlackBerry map to help me so resorted to that feeble non-digital standby of asking someone the way. It worked a treat.
Once installed at the venue with a bacon sandwich in hand I decided to look at some emails but the batteries were down so the seminar host offered to lend me his charger lead, plugged in to a floor socket. "But I might forget it there," I said.
"Don't worry, I will need to get my lead at the end," he said. An hour-and-a-half later we both took off in separate directions leaving the BlackBerry bleeping away contentedly all by itself, secure in the knowledge that its self-contained GPS system knew its exact position on the planet.
I had hopped on a bus, meanwhile, where I spent the next 10 minutes making faces to a toddler who was munching on half a Rich Tea biscuit. Switching buses I decided to check my emails. No BlackBerry. I believe now it is in the post, probably with my host's cable which I will need to mail back to him.
"You're not fit to have one of those," said Gill. I think she has a point.
Labels: Bank Station, BlackBerry, London Stock Exchange, Rich Tea biscuit
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