Rupert Goodwins' Diary

Thursday 18/04/2002Once in every generation, the very fabric of space and time is rent asunder by an event of unimaginable import. Today, I pick up the first tremors of just such a happening.

Thursday 18/04/2002

Once in every generation, the very fabric of space and time is rent asunder by an event of unimaginable import. Today, I pick up the first tremors of just such a happening. Even as I read the press release, I know with a chilling clarity that my life will never be the same: I can see endless years stretching ahead, years of pain and longing, of energy drained into a compulsive, sleepless nightmare.

Defender has come to the mobile phone.

It took me years of deprogramming, cold turkey detox and intensive therapy to break the hold that the arcade game had on the young Goodwins. And now Sendo and Microsoft have gone and repackaged the darn thing, into the Z100 Smartphone, like cocaine repackaged into rocks of crack.

I must have one. And yet, I dare not.

Can I resist?

Watch this space.

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