As I predicted I am already addicted to my iPhone; the taking of sneaky photographs, the application that tells you when the bus is coming, Insta-Gran and the occasional phone call. I love it all. This morning I discovered the facility for taking notes while travelling on the Overground.
The train I catch in the morning goes through Shoreditch and a large proportion of the passengers are young, hip, creative types who pile off onto the the elevated platform and rush down the stairs in order to get to their studios in the narrow streets off Brick Lane. The real hipsters stay on the train until Dalston. All of them are incredibly pleased with themselves.
I overhear the most ridiculous conversations and now I have the means to unobtrusively write down what they are saying. This morning two young women were having an intense conversation about work:
"Yeah, so it's a complete piece of shit and I've got to brand it......"
"I know, you have to think, pinhole!"
"I guess, it like when I'm forward facing, you know, and I've got this meeting to do."
"Hey, don't worry. Go smash that meeting!"
I had literally no idea what they were talking about.
My day at work was better than yesterday involving a small victory over the Other Side and the getting out of a boring meeting.
Tomorrow night I am going for dinner in the coldest house in London. I must go and hunt out my thermal vest.