Succumbing to an iPhone
"WHY don't you have an iPhone?"
I couldn't tell you the amount of times I have been asked that question over the past couple of years.
As the global embrace of technology has tightened, friends and workmates alike have been aghast at my stubborn refusal to join the iPhone craze.
"How do you survive without it?" one asks.
"I sleep next to mine," raves another.
There is growing concern among them that I am on a secret anti-Apple crusade - perhaps a sleeper agent for Samsung in their battle for world smartphone domination.
Please, allow me to put these fears to rest.
The reason I have my clunky little phone is that it was the cheapest, most basic mobile phone I could buy.
It can call, it can text, and that's about it.
I just don't see the reason why I need to lug around a piece of technology that can tell me the exact global position of the nearest KFC.
Luddite tendencies aside, there is another very simple reason I don't own an iPhone.
Last year, my resolve cracked, and I went to the shop to finally buy one.
Several pages of phone contract later, including details of present and past employment and accommodation, I was finally ready to hand over my "hard-earned" and join the iPhratenity.
Then the computer the store attendant was working on crashed.
He looked up at me sheepishly and said none of the details we had added over the past half an hour had been saved, and asked if I could come back and try again later.
Needless to say, my answer was: "No".
Put simply, getting an iPhone seemed too much like hard work.
However, as the world of journalism goes ever further into the digital era, it is now getting too hard not to have one. We need them to take photos and video footage at the scene of our stories, we use the apps to download live streams of parliament, and Google-check our facts as we get them.
I need a damn iPhone.