My phone broke the other day. And when I say it broke I mean I broke it. I had had a piece of good news, I went out and celebrated, I drank a lot. (Pro tip: if you are not James Bond, do not order a “vesper.”) Then I took a bath. My phone took a bath too.
My phone was an LG Chocolate, a model that enjoyed a brief shining moment on the cutting edge of cheap-ass phones. Its hook is its “slider” format — at rest it’s shaped like a chocolate-bar, but to expose the keypad you can slide its top and bottom parts in opposite directions … it’s impossible to describe, but you know what I mean. It is also a “music” phone, which means that you can put a David Bowie song into it and it will play back to you a sound like David Bowie vomiting.
