#Blogtober16. A post everyday through the month of October.
I remember as a 15 year old kid knowing about a week before Christmas that my nan and granddad (who I grew up with) had got me a mobile phone. I saw it through the plastic of a carrier bag one day as she came in off the bus shopping to Milton Keynes. I pretended that I didn’t see it. But I knew it was there. A Nokia 3310. I could text Kylie (my BFF) and play Snake all night long! I could have awesome monophonic ring tones, and be send those superb pixilated moving text messages. Life was good.
She hid it in her bedroom, under her bed. Pillow end to be exact. Don’t know how I would have known that. Nope. Not a clue.
Christmas morning came, and I was so excited. That was also the Christmas morning I puked on the bottom of the stairs, as I had eaten far too much crap the night before. I was hardcore. I ate breakfast and sat in front of the open fire in our front room (the front room was only for special days and guests, the rest of the year was spent in the old back room/ kitchen) preparing for the big reveal. I didn’t have to pretend to be surprised when I opened my present. It was the Nokia but I was just so pleased to have it in my hands my face spoke a thousand words of happiness. I got nan a new eyebrow pencil and granddad received an Airfix kit. If you were wondering.
I do remember a photo being taken of me sat at the dining table, holding up the Nokia in one hand and an orange Bacardi Breezer in the other. My first Xmas drink too. That was a special day. I don’t have the photo any more. I think my mum must have it. But I can still see it when I close my eyes.
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