Jemima Kiss buys an iPhone
OK, so I caved in. I could have bought one in the States and knobbled it, I could have waited six months for a 3G version, I could have bought something far better spec’d for far less or I could have ignored all the nonsense and carried on with my beaten up Sony Ericsson.
Instead, I went to the O2 store in Notting Hill on Friday after work: straight in, no queue, five minutes, job done. Bob is, as they say, your Dad’s brother.
Bob is your Dad’s brother. My gosh. Marry us. Brits — who is this Miss Kiss and why did she just suddenly appear like an angel in our hearts?
The iPhone – a confession [Guardian]