Filed under: Australia, Avarice, Chemical Brothers, LG U990, Mobile Phones, Technoporn, Viewty
The last two weeks have been hard.
I have had feckless and spotty youths asking me how old I was as I grooved to the Chemical Brothers.
I have had teenagers asking me if I was a cop as they acted suspiciously while I acted suspiciously and checked out their shirtless, eighteen year old form.
And the phone! I have had no fucking phone and have even resorted to going down to the phone booth with a handful of fifty cent coins and phone numbers scribbled on the backs of old envelopes. Of the indignity! Oh the shame!
Oh the germs from public handsets. OK – I know I am turning into Howard Hughes, but I really do insist on the use of latex gloves to stop super-bugs. And my cunning plan to build a build a Spruse Mikey-Moose over the Easter long weekend is soon to be realised.
And the smell of people pissing in phone booths. Not that I mind so much, but I do wish that guy had waited until I finished my call.
But not now! No sirree Bob! For I have just ordered a wondrous thing of beauty; the LG Viewty with five mega-pixels of camera and inbuilt image editor.

Oh the coolness! Oh the techno-porn. Oh how me!
I lost a part of myself on Sunday when I became permanently separated from my rather cute Sony Ericsson K610i mobile phone at the Future Music Festival here in Melbourne.
At the time I didn’t care because I was very excited to see John Digweed, and was almost in rapture at the thought of getting down and getting funky with the kids as I danced Mikey style, to the Chemical Brothers.
Actually – scrap getting down with the kids, because on three separate occasions I was approached by different spotty youths asking how old I was.
Spotty Youth. “Dude, how old are you? You must be forty.”
Mikey. ”Err, I’m 38.”
Spotty Youth. “Wow man, you are as old as my mum. That’s cool.”
Mikey. ”Just because you are…….”
Anyway, I didn’t care because ”Hey Girl, Hey Boy. Superstar DJ. Here we go”!
So until I buy a new phone I will be carrying this around. 
Cool, huh?