Barack Obama really is the President! He’s won me over, albeit slowly. I thought his inauguration speech brought some much needed pragmatism to the hope/change theme that’s served him so well. Even a little bit of predecessor smackdown despite the enforced camaraderie of such an occasion (you know, where the word bipartisan suddenly becomes noun, verb and the Holy Grail itself).
I’ll admit that my biggest jealousy towards the man is his newly tricked out Blackberry. If they can put nuclear launch codes on his start menu, or whatever, why can’t my Blackberry Storm handle simple tasks like allowing me to answer a freakin’ call? It hasn’t tried my patience too severely as yet, but if the next software upgrade doesn’t fix the remaining kinks, I’m going to be shoving it somewhere unpleasant in Vodafone’s immediate vicinity. Probably best I don’t start ranting about their Macphobia, because dammit, I was ready to betray Blackberries for a swanky little iPhone. I would have done it too, were it not for 02’s utterly pathetic excuse for coverage in this particular pocket of North London.
In other news, I’m gritting my teeth and booking a glut of driving lessons. The most annoying part of this drawn-out process is that I can drive perfectly well if I just have to think for myself. It’s when I’m awaiting instructions for the route that my control freak brain gets sluggish. I’m well aware that I have to grin and bear it because it’s the only way to get through the test, but believe me when I tell you that it’s actually easier to pootle around in a gigantic train than it is in a Mini. Fewer idiots in your way at least. Still, the test is provisionally booked for mid-February, let’s see how it goes.