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It’s kind of weird being without a mobile phone. It’s really inconvenient being without my wallet, and while it only took about 10 minutes to cancel my cards and order new ones, I’m not looking forward to having to reapply for the drivers licence and my one-year bus pass.

Not having any way to pay for things is awkward – but it’s the loss of the phone that has thrown me out the most. Weird how you come to rely on stuff like that.

I didn’t have a mobile phone till I got to the UK, and could not, at that time, imagine ever really needing one. There are no media lecturer emergencies in life. But I pretty much run on the handset now. It’s my watch, my portable calendar, contact directory and short messaging service.

I keep an eye on what all my (more techsavvy) friends are up to in real time using Twitter and I send and receive an awful lot of text messages to arrange and rearrange meetings, get alerted to pick up milk on the way home, and learn where Jake is going to be from moment to moment.

Pretty much the only thing I don’t ever use my cameraphone for – is taking pictures and making calls.

Oh, and I hated it too. It was a dumb phone. The reviews were off the hook, but it was on the Windows platform so it crashed all the time, took ages to do anything and had a pointless slide-out keyboard that just added bulk to the device without improving the user interface. I’d have an iPhone in a moment, if only the university wasn’t locked into a deal with a mobile carrier that isn’t on the iPhone menu.

So I find myself reaching for it about every 15 minutes and realising it’s gone, which brings on a weird mix of relief, annoyance and frustration. And every time it happens, I entertain the idea of not replacing it and weaning myself off constant information flow. It would fit nicely into the overall info-diet project I’ve embarked on, but there are some things I still need it for.

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