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I am always losing or breaking my phone, it’s absurd. I don’t like to reflect on how many mobile phones I’ve gone through over the years but if I were to, I don’t think I could even hazard a guess at the quantity. The first mobile phone I had was a brick-like Ericson, the loss of which was not actually my fault. Showing off it’s antennae and flip button cover when on the bus home from school I suddenly felt my phone being plucked out of my hand and whisked off the bus. It was all too quick for me to do something about it and even if it had occurred in slow motion, I was much too much an underdeveloped twiglet to have done anything about it.

My second mobile phone met a sad urinated death at a house party when it plummeted into the toilet as I stood up to turn around post-pee. Yes I did brave my bodily waste and fished it out but it was too late, another phone had gone. My third phone I believe I simply left on the underground, a lucky find for another individual but I won’t pretend there was any benevolence in my action, just sheer absent-mindedness. Lucky for me, I merely go to Three.co.uk/store and get another!