My new old phone

I can’t believe how good it feels to have a Samsung D500 again. After my old one got stolen from me on the way home from the Christmas party last year, I’ve been resigned to using my LG chocolate. The chocolate was the phone that came with my new contract. But I hate it. It’s completely a case of all style, no substance; the pinnacle of which is it’s stupidly over sensitive touchy feely interface. Bleurgh. My contempt for it is bounded only by the fact it was there when I needed it, which is hardly an accolade worth fighting for in the personal electronics department.

However, today it’s been made ebay fodder, as a second hand Samsung D500 finally made it’s way to me. Now all I need to do is work out whether I want to accept the challenge of taking it apart in order to change the ‘definitely used’ aesthetic of it’s current fascia in to something more shiny.