- The battery life is poor, meaning it needs charged daily after moderate use
- The camera lens has cheap plastic in front of it instead of glass, leading to blurred and washed out pictures
- The screen scratches easily – even using the included stylus with its soft tip
- The stylus slot wears down quickly, meaning it will eventually slip out with ease and be more likely to get lost
- The radio will not pick up stations with Bluetooth activated, yet there is no indication given to the user that this is the case
- The volume control behaves unpredictably, sometimes jumping up or down two notches for a single press
- The gallery lumps videos and images together for no apparent reason
- The podcast management is primitive – I can’t choose which it gets and which to leave – as is the way it handles connecting to the internet to download podcasts – it’ll only use a specified connection, rather than choosing the best available connection like it does for internet use
- The operating system is a halfway house between a button based phone and a touchscreen one, meaning some actions need a double tap and some do not
- The operating system is unstable for a product that was deemed ready for the mass market – I have endured more software issues with this phone than any other I have owned in the last decade
After seeing the recent call to limit taxi drivers’ hours, it had me harking back to my own time as a driver and I think it’s a very sensible idea. However, the notion of taking breaks every couple of hours is both impractical and unnecessary.
I worked as a taxi driver while I was at college and in my first year at university, so from experience I know that there are plenty of peaks and troughs during the day. You get a rest when it’s quiet – compulsory breaks would get in your way when it’s busy and wouldn’t be needed when it’s quiet.
On Friday I flew down to London with my brother for my fourth time at The Great British Beer Festival and his first. With myself being low on finances this summer I had decided back in June that I wouldn’t be going this year, but Cousin Iain was kind enough to buy me a return flight, which left me only having to find spending money.
The flight to Heathrow and ensuing journey into London went without a hitch, and after meeting up with Cousin Iain and walking to Earls Court, we met my mate Charlie and wasted no time in getting in there for our first half pint of the day.