The
gadget
gods
are
a
fickle
bunch.
They
giveth
and
taketh
away
with
an
alarming
frequency.
Case
in
point:
I
managed
to
smash
my
iPhone
a
couple
of
weeks
ago.
Thanks
to
the
sartorial
sadist
who
decided
that
shorts
should
have
vertical
pockets,
it
leapt
out
onto
the
concrete
as
I
climbed
into
a
car,
simultaneously
destroying
both
the
glass
back
and
my
bank
balance.