For weeks I’ve been agonising over what comes next with regards to my phone. I currently have a rather spiffy SonyEricsson W800i, which although has the aesthetics of a flattened Irn-Bru can, does everything I need. The reason that I decided to go onto contract last year was based on a need to make more calls, and my time with Orange in the past 12 months far surpassed anything that T-Mobile ever managed to offer me on pay as you go for the previous five years.
Well, it’s that time of year again, and I’ve got the chance to upgrade. I’ve been angling quite heavily for the K800i, another SonyEricsson, and with the fundamental benefit of a camera upgrade – the key selling point for me on my last three phones.
I had been contemplating just not getting a new phone, and simply picking up a fantastically cheap, if not practically free contract and hold off on the new handset until maybe something shiny and O-SXy turned up (see what I’ve done there?), but temptation surpassed me tonight and I’ve gone and ordered it.
In a way, it is a necessary upgrade, and like all my significant purchases, the effects of my purchase trickle back down the line.
I’m not keen on buying for the sake of buying, but the K800i significantly improves on night-time photography over my current phone, and because good captures are essential for my state of mind, the ol’ 2MP camera is just not cutting the mustard any more.
The old phone will probably end up being pimped out to Father, or if not a lucky eBayer or one of my many fan clubs who I’m sure would love a piece of AAJH memorabilia for their display cabinets.
Whatever happens though, I’ll be a very happy chappy come Thursday morning, especially in the knowledge I managed to persuade the company to cough up a cheque to cover the remaining 15 days of my old contract (tell them you want to buy today, but you don’t want to miss the offer… they all work on sales-now commission).
In other news, I tried to encourage Swan to get a job. Despite being one of Loughborough’s most recent mathletics (Maths and Sports) exports, he has been unable to settle on any one job as yet (partially due to sleep, and mostly due to partying). Only time will tell if he ends up working as a high profile betsmith in the city, or more likely, an Umpa Lumpa at the Zeppelin Cider factory.