Right well the reason im not too keen on the touch screen is the same as claire sue and KH, the flying past what you want thingy, but what really made me decide that maybe touch phones and I were not designed to be a good working arrangement was this.
A couple of summers ago a few of my buddies and i decided to go to the pub for a couple of drinks, it was a lovely sunny afternoon.
I rang my SIL and invited her as well, she said she would meet me there.
Well long story short she was late and i had got socially confused(******) quite quickly, but decided i should text her to see where she was.I sent "where are you " to what i thought was my SIL's phone, a few moments went buy and i started to recieve loads of texts.
1 Im on my way home why? (alan)
2 At home why? (emma, daughter)
3.You woke me up!!!( gary, friend in oregaon USA)
4. You have woken me whats wrong ( little sister USA)
5. I in egypt wear ar yoo ( gamal in luxor )
To name but a few.
It was about then i dceided to teeter in from the beer garden and see what the hell was going on with my phone.
I had scrolled down to find Sally (SIL) and had ticked every bloody box in the phone !!!
It was a choice, the vino or the touch screen, ha no contest the phone lives in the bottoom of my bag
