Did I anger the Phone Gods?

Yes, it’s official. Once more another one of my mobile phones has been destroyed/lost/stolen.

I think the count is now at around six phones. This time, I attempted to prove to Jonny the Kerr that my retro Nokia (which, itself, was a substitute phone for the Samsung I left on a train in Inverness) was in fact indestructible and could easily withstand swimming in a triple vodka and lemonade.

Alas, I was wrong. I am now left using a ridiculous looking Nokia from the mid-90s that could bludgeon someone to death. I have a theory that the first phone I ever bought (a bright orange brick thing) was just so ugly that it must have angered the Phone Gods who have been punishing me ever since. Either that, or I’m just incredibly stupid.

Anyway, a cheeky wee bid on a phone on eBay has just been fired in. The auction finishes in about 40 minutes. I’m so excited.