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I've dropped mine pretty badly in the past, and it does have war wounds to proove it

I was running down the street for some reason recently, and my beloved P800 flew out of my shirt pocket, upwards, and down about 5 feet on to metal grating where it exploded in to all sorts of directions (battery, battery cover, stylus, MS Duo. the phone it's self), then bounced off the metal grating on to the pavement. I really thought it was a gonner.

Nothing but a couple of small nicks thankfully
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Posted: 2003-09-01 20:36:06
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@fijbert

I just called the Federal P800 Protection Agency and they're coming for you!

Your P800 will be taken from you and they will find some foster parents for it...
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Posted: 2003-09-01 20:46:24
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About a week ago, while out pubcrawling my beloved P800 fell out of my shirt pocket in a club. I was horrified! Hundereds of people trampling around and my poor P800 lying there defenseless. So I started to scrounge around on the floor to find it... and couldn't see it anywhere. After about 15 minutes of crawling, I found it nestled under a bar chair. Thank heavens. Since then I've come up with a brilliant solution, P800 when out to work and T610 when out partying. Works like a charm (though the P800 looks like it is getting jealous of the new baby, I found a stylus jammed into it's joystick this morning )



[ This Message was edited by: kire on 2003-09-01 20:34 ]
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Posted: 2003-09-01 21:32:56
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A P800 smartphone gets into a technical brawl with an nec e808 3g phone, the nec e808 says to the P800 i'm bigger and more advanced than you, the P800 responds by saying well i'm smarter and better looking than you show me what your made of, so they commence to have it out data style. with bluetooth at the ready the P800 unleashes its truly spectacular bluejacking capabilities forcing its way into the heart of the nec e808, the e808 decides enough is enough and tries to access its live video streaming archives for self defence manuals but the P800 thinks ahead attacking with its infrared beam, the e808 then tries to phone a friend via gprs video link only get a busy signal, out of sheer desperation the e808 launches a flying kick at the P800's screen with its mighty clamshell body, but SE phone quickly ejects it 128mb magicgate duo stick right into the face of the once mighty e808 exposing its true insides. the moral of this story is dont believe the hype R.I.P nec e808/e808y. This message was posted from a P800
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Posted: 2003-09-02 20:23:46
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@Rayan

I wondered who those men who beat me up and took my phone were
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Posted: 2003-09-02 20:59:07
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LOL!
Go figure...


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Posted: 2003-09-02 21:27:19
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What a day today has been! I was on my way to an appointment, finding I was early I decided to pop into a coffee shop for a cup of calmness and a read of my Times.
I was sipping at my Kenya blend when this very loud and obnoxious woman came strolling in. The place was busy, and there were no seats left except at one table ... mine!
The loud woman sat down at my table and proceeded to shout her order over to the girl serving. I ruffled my newspaper and sank behind it trying to regain my oasis of calm. The loud woman had other ideas.
She started rummaging in her bag for something, very loudly and very clumsily. The girl had brought the loud woman's coffee over and put it down on the table. My eyes leapt from line to line in the paper, but my ears were picking up a sound ... wood on wood.
Feeling the table rocking against my knees, I lowered my paper and looked up to see the loud woman still looking in her bag. Her arms were flailing around like a drowning man's. I assessed the situation and decided that it warranted no more than DefCon 3, be aware but nothing too serious.
Suddenly instinct sounded an alarm in my head, where was my phone? Gently patting my left jacket pocket with a smile I didn't feel it, the smile growing a little fainter I patted my right pocket, but again no phone. The smile was a grimace now as I patted my inside pocket, a little wheeze came through my clenched teeth as I didn't feel it there.
The paper was forgotten as my eyes desperately scanned the area, seeking my Precious ... on the table!
The loud woman was mutterring to herself about her lipstick and continued to search through her bag in an almost slapstick fashion. As her need to cake her face in an inch of cheap decades old make-up grew, her hands dove into the bag in front of her more vigorously. The table began to oscillate ever more violently.
Suddenly it happened, she pushed things over the abyss and plunged us both into caffenated madness. As her thick, hairy manly hands did their foul deed, pulling a small tube of ancient looking filth encrusted war paint from her bag, the loud woman sent the table into a convulsion. Her cup, filled to the brim, could stand no more, the waves of coffee lapped at the side before finally spilling over in a demented torrent.
I could almost here 'The Ride of the Walkyries' playing in my head as I moved quickly to DefCon 1 upon seeing the loud woman's Nicuraguan coffee come rolling from the cup. She had launched a major attack against my poor defenceless P800 and by God I wasn't about to leave it there to perish! I quickly retaliated with all the forces at my disposal. Silently thanking those brave endangered Amazonian trees for sacrificing themselves to serve as serviettes, I unleashed a torrent of papery defence.
The napkin shield wasn't enough, the coffee was so hot and frothy that my shield collapsed like a drunk teenage girl at a party. The phone had to be rescued. Sending in a crack right hand unit I attempted to snatch the phone from imminent destruction, but the loud woman had allies!
A blustery old codger trundled past knocking the rescue hand off course. His oversized and totally unnecessary coat caught my hand and held it there. Moaning at me he tied up my diplomatic channels so I couldn't call for help. My other hand was out of reach! Things were getting desperate!
As the loud woman painted her lips a deep whore red in a sign of victory I knew there was but one thing left to do. With my remaining hand I reached out to the nearest thing available, the sugar pot. Knocking it over I sent a landslide of white crystals towards the coffee fast approaching my phone. Its screams were deafening at the sight of the oncoming coffee.
Suddenly it was all over. A small pile of white sugar lay stained brown, conjealing and forming a solid block to the rest of the malevolent coffee. The day had been saved, not by man's hand, but by Mother Nature's sweetness.
As the old codger and the loud woman complained about the coat and the sugar respectively I sat back in my chair. The danger gone, and a rescuing hand now available to pick up my P800, I breathed easy as my Precious came home. The fallout was harsh, several people gave me looks, but I was safe in the knowledge that I was better than them all ... I was packing a P800!

Tune in next week, when my P800 will star in Plucky 800: and the Rise of the Nokias!
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Posted: 2003-09-03 00:34:58
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I wait for the next episode. P800 and the Burger bar grease spill. This message was posted from a P800
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Posted: 2003-09-03 00:48:03
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@Scots_boyuk you should write books my friend, i throughly enjoyed reading about your P800's worst nightmare and eagerly await a sequel. This message was posted from a P800
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Posted: 2003-09-03 10:26:44
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Thank you thank you my friends, I try my humble best to please ...
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Posted: 2003-09-03 17:58:33
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