march of the ipod nazis

I have a blackberry storm, and it is a stormy relationship.
Tied together by mutual necessity we managed to overcome many hurdles not least of which was I went through Storm I,II,III and finally settled into comfortable co-dependency with storm IV. Together 24 hours a day and even sleeping side by side, slowly I learned to trust Storm IV with my contacts and my calendar even though I had been burnt by Storms I,II,III all of whom swallowed my address book and photos with nary a care in the world never to be seen again. Storm IV now contains my little world of friends, family, employee's and that amazing pic I received at christmas totally randomly of a gorgeous guy in the bathroom mirror. I suppose it was a wrong number but christ! Lucky me!!

Now sinister forces are at work ... our mobile phone provider is upgrading our handsets to iPhones. I tried it and even inserted my sim card. too much, too soon. One day out in the West End and I rushed back to the office and retrieved Storm IV, inserted the sim, rebooted and felt better. It was like having a cigarette, ipod now back in box on desk. Tomorrow the box goes in a draw