WARNING: Contains Coldplay
Baby wants an iPhone. Baby wants an iPhone sooo bad.
Shortly before last week’s holiday*, of course, the internet exploded with drool and froth about the iPhone, which had just been released in the US. If I wasn’t sure about getting one before this mass Apple love-in (and I was), then I am now (and I am). But anyway, that is not why I bring you here today:
Stay with it till the end. The sight of the child falling into a fascinated coma over the sound of Coldplay is the creepiest thing I’ve seen in ages.
* Hello, I’m back. Me, the Mrs and a concerned friend travelled down to Cornwall for a (mostly) wet and grey week. Fun was had, and I very suddenly developed an obsession for the overblown gothickry of Daphne du Maurier. And bought fudge. And some local art. I don’t think I could have been more touristy if I’d tried.
