I’ve been mobile straight edge for nearly two years now.
Though I’ve not missed TV at all, I have spent a few evenings wandering round the flat with my laptop trying to find a wifi signal from the neighbours.
A couple of weeks ago I finally got one, by standing in the shower cubicle.
Needless to say, from then on I couldn’t stop myself downloading vital work emails that couldn’t possibly wait till the following morning, checking the day’s ranking of my book on the Amazon hot 1 million (shameless self promotion) and generally pratting about for no good reason.
So I’ve decided that if I can’t resist when it’s this inconvenient I might as well get a proper broadband connection so I can prat from the comfort of my own settee.
And I’m quite looking forward to having the internet at home again, with a couple of reservations.
The first that it is possible to fritter away a lot of time on the web when you’re as weak willed as me, along with benefiting from its many wonderfulnesses.
The second is that I feel like I’ve made a tiny contribution to the world by visiting the wifi cafes of central Manchester (like right now as I type.)
Not only through buying free trade coffee and supporting independent local businesses.
But just by being out and about in it.
****It would have resulted in far too many disappointed visitors from google who certainly weren’t looking for ramblings about mobile phones.