So I've finally got a smart-phone! All singing, all dancing, app filled and fantastic! The only thing it doesn't do is make me look smart! I stand over it, squinting at the screen with my spex on my head, slavering with my tongue hanging out, flicking through the screens like some perv with a porn mag and screaming with frustration as menus go flying past me! It's keeping me up at night, too (The phone, not the porn mag!) Emails that my computer just flings straight to the trash ping merrily onto my Samsung at regular intervals through the wee small hours, and I'm sure my electricity bill has doubled with the amount of times I have to charge it! Leave it with me is all I can say! I'll get the hang of it!
So, my picture of ye olde quaint phone box seems an appropriate illustration for today's blog. It's from my 1980's series, Don't Miss That, and it brought up an interesting point. If you look closely you can see the horse's bridle, held by the caller in the phone box, and oooh, it would be so easy these days to simply photoshop that out. If I did that, though, I would completely change the meaning of the photograph. I'd be saying that yes, the horse is queueing to use the phone, which is, of course, completely untrue. As it stands, the reality of it suggests the horse is standing in line, which is so much more funny than simply 'making it' queue there with computer trickery. Grr, I hate photoshopped imagery! Is there an app for that?..
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