your wife is OK with you bringing your iPhone to bed?
he he! Nice one centurion.
Here's a true story for you: When I originally bought an iPhone I gave my wife my old mobile, which happened to be an HTC Windows Mobile.
Now that same evening we went to see a play and during a very hushed opening monologue I suddenly froze. I hadn't taught my wife how to set the mobile to silent. (Making a scene is for many, me included, a fate worse than death.)
I leaned towards her and as quietly as possibly whispered: "Did you turn of your new phone?"
"Yes" she whispered back. "I pressed the top button and it turned off."
That was when I felt cold sweat starting to form on my back. She wasn't used to smartphones and hadn't realized that pressing the power button on the top of the phone only turned off the screen. The phone was alive!!
At that exact moment an elderly actor was reciting a poem and you could have heard a mouse cough in the sold out theater.
Knowing well that my wife usually received two or three calls every evening from friends or family I grabbed her bag and retrieved the phone.
There it was, just staring at me in my hand, the gleaming HTC Diamond Windows Mobile phone with its display turned off but GSM radio active. I had to set it to silent before someone decided to give her a call.
I pressed the top button on the phone to turn on the display when instead of displaying the normal HTC home screen it pulsed a little and displayed the Windows boot up screen instead!
Dear god! It had been turned off after all and now I was restarting it!
My mind raced as I tried to remember what happens during a boot .....
Windows sign appears ... a waiting cursor ..... what then?? what then??
The boot up sound!! It will blare the Windows Login sound for everyone to hear and I'll have to kill myself!
Dear god!!! Noooooo!
I had only 7-10 seconds. My first thought was to throw the phone to the floor and slam the heal of my shoe on it and smash it to pieces .....
Wait! ...... Removeable battery!! ...... Bless you Bill Gates!!!!
I pulled the back cover off and with only 2 seconds remaining I managed to rip the battery out of the phone! (along with probably the CPU and the loudspeaker)
I was so proud! It felt like James Bond deactivating the nuclear bomb in Octopussy. What a hero!
I turned to my wife, who had watched with horror as I shredded the phone, and said: "Here you are my dear. I fixed it." and poured her new mobile phone into her bag.
Then during intermission I of course ordered a martini, shaken not stirred. A just reward for a job well done.
