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Kill yourself over a phone..... P800 is OK nothing amazing!
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Posted: 2003-10-24 09:14:00
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Nah not kill yourself over a phone
However, you look after the things you pay for and if a phone can play my favourite episode of friends whilst I am on the train or play good ole sonic in full colour. Wouldn't you say thats better than Ok?!!
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Posted: 2003-10-24 13:32:53
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you should apply to participate in the yearly cellphone-throwing contest they have in norway or finland
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Posted: 2003-10-24 17:40:12
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3 meters?!? Hah...that's nothing...my p800 went flying off a roller coaster and died!! I haven't had the strength to post the pics on my blog!! Don't even ask me why it was with me...just plain stupid!! Although, if there are any generous souls that would like to donate, go here -
https://www.paypal.com/xclick/business=tj2010%40hotmail.com&item_name=TJ%27s+Camera+Phone&no_note=1&tax=0¤cy_code=USD&lc=US
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Posted: 2003-10-24 22:40:00
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now you got a excuse to buy a p900
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Posted: 2003-10-25 00:21:44
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@tj2010
ya, why?
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Posted: 2003-10-25 16:39:24
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years ago i was running at school & my phone fell out of my blazer, bounced along the tarmac for about 3 metres and landed in a puddle. it was fine after 5 hours drying off.
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Posted: 2003-10-25 19:36:18
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I've had a few near misses myself, there was a thread ages ago where I posted a few of my tales. I do have a new one, which I shall post here now, it all happened last week ...
I was in town on a spot of business, nothing unusual about that. Walking through the city centre on my way to a restaurant where I was to meet someone I happened to bump into an old friend I hadn't seen in quite some time. The chap is nice, but a tad annoying so I was polite, but determined to escape.
He was just droning on and on, I was fast losing the will to live and hoped that perhaps a passing plane might slam into us or that a riot would break out, anything really to break up the tedious monologue that the conversation had degenerated into.
Suddenly he starts on mobile phones. He swaggers into this new topic by announcing loudly, loud enough in fact that an almost deaf geriatric sitting on a bench nearby could hear, that he had just bought a new phone.
Mustering all the strength and willpower I had I tried to be interested, "Oh really! Which one?" I asked a little too excitedly (I was trying too hard). He launches his hand into his pocket and produces one of those horrid 3G phones, the flip one, don't ask me what its called as I have absolutely bugger all interest in them.
As he is proudly showing me the toned down version of a gamma bomb masquerading as a useless lump of plastic that he carries around with him, I ask "Don't they give off a lot of radiation?"
"Blah blah blah blah" he answers back.
I nod my head in wearied agreement as he proceeds to show off the many and varied features the useless lump of plastic has. He is proudly telling me that he can in fact see another person when he makes a call, he obviously mistakes my look of boredom for a look of wonder and proceeds to start dialling one of his friends to impress me with video calling.
As he is tapping away at the numbers and his useless lump of plastic is heating up enough to start glowing he asks me what phone I am using.
"A P800" I casually inform him, gently caressing my baby in my pocket as I once again brag about her like a mother beaming with pride over a son resplendent in victory in the egg and spoon race at sports day.
His face seems to take on a crimson colour, or maybe its just the glow of his useless lump of plastic as it seems to be radiating enough heat now to attract a small group of homeless men seeking some warmth.
"They are so overpriced those things and quite honestly ..." he begins, "blah blah blah ..." he continues, "let me see it" he demands.
Carefully taking Plucky out of my pocket and thinking that it is a 'he' and not an 'it' I proudly show off my baby. You couldn't get a better shade of green on someone's face even if you were stuffed to the gunnels on spicy food and sailing on a raft captained by a blind chimp smoking sixty a day and fond of scotch. He was green with envy and well we both knew it.
I don't know if what happened next was an accident or mere spite, what I do know is that time came to a stop.
He was gesticulating wildly with his arms now, extoling the merits of 3G and deriding the P800 for being 'plasticy' and a 'marketing ploy' when suddenly his pig like trotter crashed into my hand holing Plucky!
A P800 does look graceful and agile as it sails through the air, but even with 'Flight Mode' it was never meant to take off. It flipped over and over again as the neurons in my head started firing, telling my limbs to start moving and focusing my eyes on Plucky's downward trajectory.
This was it, time for action. Plucky was in now in freefall, my 'friend' stood idly by with his useless lump of plastic in his hand, probably it had melted the skin on his hand so that he couldn't let it go (maybe that is how 3 make sure people don't leave them?) and gazing at me as I leapt forward.
Instinct took over, as always, it didn't matter that I was wearing a rediculously expensive cashmere overcoat or that my shoes had taken a team of blind cobblers from Florence three months to make, damn them! Damn all those things to hell! Plucky is in danger and by God I'm not going to stand idly by!
Like a crazed soldier desperate to save his comrade I threw myself on the pavement, arms outstreched, tears welling in my eyes, muscles crying out in pain, sweat pouring from my anguished face and a guttral animal scream coming from my open mouth.
The geriatric on the bench nudged her even more geriatric friend to watch, passing people were cheering me on, shouting slogans of support, small children had banners, a television text vote showed that 82% of the populace wanted me to catch Plucky. Then it was all over.
Plucky hit my hand with a gently thud and it was ... all over.
Leaping to my feet I turned on my 'friend' saying that he should be more careful with other's property. He didn't even apologise, the useless lump of plastic had infected him, the heat and the power drain had turned him mad! I backed away quickly fearing that in a desperate effort to drain even more power and generate more heat the useless lump would sink its tendrils into me next.
The moral of this story is, never never never never never show your P800 to anyone. Its just too powerful, people hate you for it, only ever display your phone to another P800 Brother or Sister. I have to go now, there are some blind Florentine cobblers I have to phone ...
P.S. Perhaps we should come up with a P800 handshake to recognise each other by?
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Posted: 2003-10-25 19:49:45
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Touching story
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Posted: 2003-10-25 20:34:15
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Thank you. Yes it is very touching, I am hoping to pick up an Oscar for my performance.
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Posted: 2003-10-25 20:54:44
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