I want an iPhone

Firstly, I can’t believe that I’m posting on a blog – this is something I didn’t ever think I’d do. But here we are!

In my work this week, I entered a competition to win a brand spanking new iPhone via an email that was probably sent to thousands of other people. Much like every other competition I’ve entered with loads of entrants and winners selected pretty much all at random (see raffles, Christmas draws, bingo and the lottery) I’m 97.43% sure that I am definitely going to win.

Now, I must admit I’m actually not a fan of Apple products at all – I don’t like Macs and iPods, iTunes and iAmLegend really piss me off.

I actually don’t really like mp3players that much either (unless I’m travelling long distances etc.) – I like making the well thought out decision of what CD to slap in my disk-man to listen to for the whole day. It makes the listening process much more deadly I think. Anyway, that’s beside the point.

The iPhone is pure class. I don’t use touch-screen phones – they disagree with my chubby fingers, but the interface on the iPhone is sexy as fuck. My fingers are like Torvill and/or Dean gliding across its face. Also, I’ve decided that my life would be better with an iPhone, even though my battered Sony Ericson serves my every need at present – texting, calls and games for whilst on the john etc., but I have decided that I need a product that can make fart noises with the download of an app. This is what my life has been missing up to now.

I’ve never felt so drawn to a product like this before. I can’t wait to win it. Below is actually a picture sent back from the future of me holding my new phone.