Like somebody's 20th century grandad, I finally managed to work out how to "tether" my 3G phone to my laptop. It's like the glory days again, being connected via a modem but without the whirring screeches of yesteryear. In another throwback, Vodafone have granted me monthly pocketmoney of 500MB per month. Batten down the hatches! Turn all images off! Plain text all round!
And I have also stumbled across my first taste of censorship. David Meyer tweeted a link to a blog post entitled The Letter, about Mic Wright's depression. I saved the tweet for later, for reading on the train, but was amazed that instead of the blog post, there was an age restriction put on the site. Once more like a trip to yesteryear, I had been IDed. And that's some odd censorship I thought: is there some Establishment conspiracy to prevent the youth from reading about the bitter realities of depression and the ongoing horrors of a student loan?
Then I saw the name of the blog: Intercourse with biscuits. We'll have none of that around here, thank you.