26 Feb 2014
I was nonplussed and violently ill to learn this week that Birds Eye is launching "Mashtags" - sorry, "Mas#tags" - the self-styled "potato shapes for the social media generation".
Expanding ever so slightly on the classic waffle structure that has long dominated the frozen potato shape world, the food company is to sell tatties moulded into a quintet of forms more applicable to today's hip young Facebooking Twitteristas: a hashtag; a smiley face; an @ symbol; a heart; and an asterisk. Right you are.
It may have been described by market analysts I just made up as "a new nadir for the human race", but Birds Eye senior brand manager Pete Johnson said the product is "an exciting development" for the fishy-fingered firm.
The "Mas#tag" (shudder) packaging adds that they are "#NEW", "#Tasty", and "Pot@to shapes". Meanwhile, various branding experts who may or may not exist have labelled them "#nauseating", "f*****g b******s", and "tot@l cr@p ZOMG :-o".
I'm forever telling customers that holding on to their outdated technology can have grave financial, operational, and legal consequences. But even I was thoroughly flabbergasted to hear of the case of 27-year-old Kayla Finley, who was recently arrested and jailed over a nine-year overdue VHS rental.
Local TV station Fox Carolina reports that she rented the widely panned Jennifer Lopez and Jane Fonda vehicle Monster-in-Law in 2005 but did not receive letters imploring her to return the tape as she had moved house. A warrant for her arrest has been outstanding since then, and it was finally served when she recently went to her local police station in order to deal with the clearly far less serious issue of pressing harassment and stalking charges.
Having been arrested and held overnight, Finley is due to return to court in due course, but has vowed to fight what she characterises as a "bogus charge" of ‘failure to return a rented video cassette'.
However, my sources indicate she may have to take a plea on a concurrent charge of ‘knowingly renting a movie described by one critic as "a puerile and edgeless pile of goo"'.
Rubbishly named dating app LOVOO recently surveyed 2,000 completely non-fictitious men in an attempt to draw up a composite picture of "the perfect girlfriend".
The wildly offensive, highly prescriptive, and thoroughly creepy list of characteristics reveals that the UK's dream woman is 5' 5" and 9st 2lbs with a 34C chest, brown hair, and blue eyes, and she drives a Mini Cooper and speaks with an Irish accent in between enjoying Game of Thrones, a little bit of rock music and supporting Manchester United. (The list goes on - and on, and on - but I'll spare you the rest.)
"It seems British men have very specific tastes for a girl to live up to," said LOVOO founder Benjamin Bak, massively inaccurately. "We think avoiding a woman because she supports an opposing football team or enjoys a different genre of films to you might be a bit too picky."
I dunno, Benny - "picky" is not an adjective that springs to mind when I conjure up an image of what I'd guess is a typical LOVOO user. (Although I wouldn't be too surprised if they have a habit of "avoiding women".) Also, when it comes to defining the qualities of the perfect girlfriend, I'd suggest they start with "existent".
The burgeoning world of 3D printing was given another shot in the arm this week with news that toymaker Hasbro has agreed a partnership with market heavyweight 3D Systems.
The two firms issued an announcement this month outlining their intention to "co-develop and commercialise innovative play printers and platforms later this year". The new entente is the latest in a series of eye-catching tie-ups for 3D Systems, including a deal with Hershey to examine the possibilities of 3D-printed chocolate and the appointment of Black Eyed Peas mainman will.i.am as its "chief creative officer".
This latest arrangement sounds like a winner to me: nothing says "fun for kids" like complex CAD software algorithms, hot molten plastic, and a wait of several hours to get your hands on your new toy.
10 Feb 2014
Call me horribly prejudiced, but I always go to lunch get-togethers with American execs expecting to be met with a disconcertingly white-toothed specimen spouting buzzwords and baloney (as I believe our transatlantic cousins say), while brazenly misusing common words such as "chips" and "nonplussed". And, usually, they don't even get drunk. At least not before the starter arrives.
So I was a wee bit impressed when, five minutes into a recent meeting with a US-born vendor exec, their phone rang, revealing the EastEnders theme to be their ringtone. They went on to detail how they had really thrown themself into UK life since arriving here a few years ago. Among their new-found loves were football and Manchester United, with Bobby Charlton cited as their favourite British person.
Of course I set them straight: I told them to read up on Matt Lockwood, Tommy Johnston, and Laurie Cunningham, and get themself down to watch the Orient, sharpish. My respect will be cemented if they manage to make it half-time without running screaming for the first plane to California.
I was intrigued and faintly nauseous to read this week that overweight people in Stoke-on-Trent could soon be sent government-backed texts to help inspire them to drop a few pounds.
A soon-to-launch scheme in the Staffordshire burgh will allow 500 people to sign up to be sent motivational SMS messages including "Eat fruit and veg"; "Use the stairs more"; and "Keep a check on snacks and drinks".
The 10-week programme will cost £10,000, which Adrian Knapper, City Council cabinet member for health, claimed equates to the cost of a single intervention operation. But opposition leader Abi Brown, while applauding the sentiment, wailed that "the money could just be spent more fruitfully". Presumably having just bought 10 satsumas for a quid off Hanley market.
I think Her Indoors must have gotten wind of this idea, as she's taken to sending me texts to help me shed a little timber.
Just this morning she wrote: "You disgust me."
I'm a very lucky man.
A recent study from Brainshark (no, I don't know either) found that 59 per cent of the 400 sales pros they surveyed love giving customer presentations on their tablet, only marginally behind laptops on 66 per cent. And the attachment to the strokeable form factor runs deep, according to the highly unimpeachable data from the "mobile-ready video presentation" specialist (ah, the penny drops!).
Some 61 per cent of respondents would rather forego matching socks than visit a customer without their cherished tab (curiously two per cent higher than the amount that claimed they take the device to client meetings). Meanwhile 47 per cent would rather go commando (as I believe the young folk say) than arrive at a rendezvous sans tablet. Some 32 per cent would go deodorant-less, and 27 per cent wouldn't mind not brushing their teeth.
Interesting findings. Though I can't help but think that it'd be worth researching how many sales goons actually wear pants and deodorant and brush their teeth in the first place.
Have you ever browsed Spotify and thought: ‘I wonder what happens to all the songs that have never been played?'
No, me neither. But the same cannot be said of tech entrepreneur trio Lane Jordan, J Hausmann, and Nate Gagnon, who recently launched Forgotify. The new service, which is available to anyone logged into Spotify, focuses solely on the four million tracks - about 20 per cent of the 20-million total - that have not been played a single time on the streaming app.
Users are initially presented with a suggested song, which they can then listen to and share, or alternatively click ‘next' to be offered a different tune. Naturally, as soon as a track has been listened to once, it is removed from the Forgotify archives.
Before you all rush to file this one under ‘Sort Of Cute, But The Novelty's Bound To Wear Off Very, Very Quickly Indeed', why not give it a go? If you're lucky you might stumble upon the 95-minute magnum opus ‘A Real-Time Musical Appreciation of Oxford v Leyton Orient, May 2006', by DDG and the E10 Rockabilly Trio.
16 Dec 2013
There was exciting news from the world of wearable tech this week, particularly at that time of year when millions of men ask themselves ‘what gift would best show the woman with whom I share my life how well I know her, how much I love her, and how deeply I appreciate all she is, and all she means to me?', only to swiftly come to the answer ‘nice pants, innit'.
Regular reader(s) can surely imagine my unbridled delight to discover that I will soon be able to give my beloved a present that combines my love of a) technology; b) not having to think too much about gift selection; and c) objectifying women. Sorry, I mean: c) enabling my life partner to feel every bit as desirable as I know she is.
Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes - the so-called ‘smart bra', which is reportedly being developed by Microsoft bods. The garment is designed to track the wearer's mood by monitoring things like heart rate and skin activity.
Reportedly men's underwear equipped with similar gadgetry has proved less effective, due to a comparative inability to track electrocardiogram information. Thereby putting paid to the notion that our brains are to be found in our pants.
Stone the crows! In more exciting developments from the world of deeply spurious "research", I was shocked to the core this week to discover that more than two in five IT workers in the UK feel they have more to give, professionally speaking.
According to massively unimpeachable data from the good folk at (VESTED INTEREST ALERT!!!) recruitment outfit Randstad Technologies, 44 per cent of techies believe they have not reached their full potential. (So, I suppose 56 per cent believe they have no more to give, and have utterly fulfilled their potential, whether their career has five years, or five decades left?)
Meanwhile determination emerges as the personal characteristic considered most important by the IT crowd, having been cited by 43 per cent of respondents. This was closely followed by adaptability and a strong work ethic (both 39 per cent).
It is not clear where on the list characteristics like ‘talent', ‘aptitude', and ‘basic competence' featured.
I was cock-a-hoop to see the forward-thinking folk at Vogue UK had devoted a recent issue to a parade of inspiring, important and impressive female tech execs they dubbed "high-tech heroines". Less pleasing was the subheading "Silicon Valley wives and girlfriends" - or "SWAGS", to those in the know.
The mag singled out three leading ladies of the tech industry, including Marissa Mayer, who is not just CEO of a global company, but also some bloke's wife. Also namechecked were Ali Pincus, co-founder of online marketplace One Kings Lane, and, Kleiner Perkins partner Juliet de Baubigny, who is characterised as a "stylish venture capitalist", (as opposed to a "successful/respected/influential venture capitalist").
According to Vogue, one of the principal achievements of these glamorous gals is turning the Valley from a land of "Converse, baggy jeans and hoodies", into a place where one is more likely to attend a "networking cocktail night". (And also shoes, bags, boys, chocolate, pretty dresses and, ooooh look - there's a cute kitten! Awww. LOLZ!!! :-) xxx)
Generic Christmas message
Slade is on the jukebox, cheap alcohol is being used as a makeshift incendiary, and a rotund man with a red face is brandishing a sack full of perfume and consumer electronics; it can mean only one thing: it's the sharp end of ladies night at the Dog and Duck behind Dagenham Heathway station.
Also: it's Christmas.
I hope it brings you and your kin everything your collective heart desires. (Unless you're an IT reseller operating in the east London/Essex area, natch.)
I've come to regard my annual festive message as a bit like the Queen's speech: no-one really pays much attention and those that do probably just sit there resenting my position of enormous wealth and privilege.
Nevertheless, allow me to say: well done on making it through another complete swine of a year with - I hope - your business, and your sanity, still intact. See you on the other side.
Happy Christmas, one and all!
02 Dec 2013
It can be hard for nascent resellers trying to make their way in this crowded market to come up with a name that differentiates them from the competition and attracts the eye of end users.
So I was intrigued to hear that one company gave itself a moniker that it thought was a bit of snappy wordplay, alluding to both the nature of its business and its all-around excellence.
But the name, that has since been retired following the company's sale, was remarkably similar to a French synonym for...err...what happens at the end of a...err...mummy and daddy cuddle (at least for daddy). Ahem.
Their website certainly caught the eye of many potential customers, but sadly most of the titillation-seeking Frenchians didn't hang around to find out how they might benefit from virtualising their desktop estate.
Making tweet love
Speaking of nocturnal activities, I was shocked and appalled this week to read that technology is reportedly having a grave impact on the UK's collective sex life.
A major once-a-decade study into Britons' bedroom habits finds that men made whoopee an average of 4.9 times a month between 2010 and 2012, with the female mean coming in even lower (as it were) at 4.8. This compares with figures of 6.2 and 6.3 respectively during the millennial rumpy pumpy boom years of 1999 to 2001.
The decline is partly attributed to the easy allure of internet smut, as well as pervasive worry about jobs and money. Study author Dr Cath Mercer from University College London added that the ubiquity of whizzy new computing kit is another contributory factor.
"We also think modern technologies are behind the trend too," she mused. "People have tablets and smartphones and they are taking them into the bedroom, using Twitter and Facebook, answering emails."
Oh, come on - do people really do that? I don't know of anyone who has allowed mobile technology to wreak havoc with their sex life. And I've certainly never heard of a devoted husband - and skilled lover - being devastated to realise his wife was live tweeting Ant and Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway during their weekly bunk-up. You know, for example...
Regent Street is aglow, John Lewis is pumping viewers full of vomitous saccharine and Easy Eric's Electricals Emporium on Dagenham Heathway is being looted thrice monthly - Christmas must be coming soon.
Another staple of the festive season - the annual email from the Forum of Private Business (FPB) warning of the perils of the office party - arrived in my inbox this week. Among the usual array of well-meaning but rather killjoyish advice are the revelations that you should "make it clear that the usual disciplinary policies apply" (they don't - not really), as well as pointing out "drug use in the workplace may constitute a breach of health and safety regulations" (WOW! Who knew?!). It's also noted that "too much alcohol could spark arguments and fights".
But it is far more likely to "lead to awesome fun times, general sociability, and totally snogging that hot guy Nick from accounts payable", the FPB singularly fails to note.
I was heartened to read this week that Girlguiding UK has given its Computing badge a facelift to bring it up to speed with the increasingly social world of IT.
When the badge was launched 23 years ago, the tasks Guides needed to do to earn it included "turning on a computer" and "using a word processor". The checklist has now been updated to include such achievements as "writing a set of instructions for a moveable robot", conducting a survey and "presenting the results in a spreadsheet or graph".
Guides will also learn about staying safe in the occasionally perilous world of social media, as well as coming to a greater understanding of their "digital footprints".
Having witnessed the indiscreet Facebook horrors of most of my salespeople, I'd like to issue an open invitation to any newly qualified Girl Guides who fancy doing a bit of training and consultancy work.
18 Nov 2013
I've never been a fan of themed shindigs - if you feel you can't guarantee your guests a good time without insisting they dress up like complete muppets (literally or figuratively), you're not a party host worthy of the name.
So imagine my vexation to read about "the growing trend of people hosting shredding parties" (no, I don't know either). At least, the trend is growing according to (VESTED INTEREST ALERT!) PHS Datashred, which believes the get-togethers will become "the business equivalent of Ann Summers parties" next year.
I can only assume this means they involve people bonding over an array of synthetic genitalia and a disappointingly moderate amount of awful wine - only with more suits, photocopiers and sales projections. Datashred boss Anthony Pearlgood claimed "the benefits of shredding are countless", shortly before coming up with two benefits of shredding.
"People [are] using it for everything from getting rid of past memories or to simply dispose of old junk," he muttered.
Good points, Tony - but I can't help but think the idea of "getting rid of past memories" is a touch Orwellian. I think I'll stick with the standard issue booze-up at Yates's in Harlow for the Dodgi Christmas do this year.
YouTube co-founder Jawed Karim may have uploaded the site's first ever video more than eight years ago, but until recently it remained the only item on his profile.
And what better way to break an apparent eight-year silence than by dropping an f-bomb and slagging off your company's new owner?
Karim finally added a second item to his profile when he left the comment "why the f**k do I need a google+ account to comment on a video?" earlier this month.
If only he'd known this terrible turn of events lay ahead before he agreed to sell the company and make a reported $65m...
It never rains, but it pours for the monolithic old-stagers of the PC market. You can't have failed to notice that sales have taken a pasting in recent months as consumers opt for mobile devices like tablets and smartphones.
And sales are hardly likely to be given a shot in the arm by the news that the latest whizzy new laptop released by Dell caused a real stink among consumers - literally. The Latitude 6430u is a high-spec enterprise-grade machine that, according to the vendor's website, is "thin, highly durable, and built for business".
All that and more it may well be, but unfortunately for Dell it also stinks of cat urine.
"The machine is great, but it smells as if it was assembled near a tomcat's litter box. It is truly awful!," was the view of one of the many people who took to the Dell hardware support forum to complain.
The vendor acted swiftly to reassure users that "the smell is not related to cat urine or any other type of biological contaminant, nor is it a health hazard". The problem has now reportedly been fixed.
But not before one user moaned: "It's embarrassing taking it to clients because it smells so bad."
Tsk. That's the oldest line in the book, that one. If I had a pound for every time one of my sales goons had used the old "sorry boss, I didn't close the deal because the customer thought my computer smelled of feline wee" excuse, I'd be a very rich man indeed.
Rank bad idea
I was heartened to learn this week that Microsoft is doing away with its bell curve system of ranking employees. Previously managers were asked to designate the
members of their team as either stellar performers, decent performers, or poor performers - even if they felt the whole unit contributed equally. Now so-called stack-ranking is being ditched, with the vendor wishing to place greater emphasis on "teamwork" (what a novel idea!), and bosses allowed to allocate bonuses among their charges as they see fit.
Smart move - I ditched the patented Diamond-Geezer Bell Curve System of judging my staff in the mid-90s. But not before many a salesperson was terrified by finding themself facing my bell end.
04 Nov 2013
In the most point-missingly sensationalised headline of this (or any other) week, I was shocked to read recently that “the alarmingly high figure” of “one in five parents have been shocked by content on their children’s email, text or Facebook account”. According to (ahem) “research” from (VESTED INTEREST ALERT!) security firm BullGuard, 61 per cent of mums and dads make a habit of spying on their offspring’s texts or online activities.
Less worryingly, a third of these admitted to being consumed by guilt over the snooping. “It’s hard enough watching your children 24/7 in the real world, but keeping tabs on their movements online is the real challenge,” said BullGuard product management head Alex Balan, just a little creepily. “BullGuard’s Identity Protection offers Facebook protection for parents concerned about what their children are being exposed to, such as cyberbullying, social predators or inappropriate content.”
Good point, Al. I mean, who cares about the rights and wrongs of invading your child’s privacy? The important thing is we don’t miss a chance to use serious issues like online abuse and the proliferation of violent and degrading adult content to hawk some software. Kerching!
In the most unfortunately timed comment of the week, I was intrigued to hear Michael Dell opine that the internet was “like oxygen” at the firm’s recent Technology Camp event in Paris.
Just before the WiFi crashed, leaving delegates and press disappointedly pawing at their tablets and smartphones. (Although, it must be said, not visibly struggling for breath.) The eponymous tech leader explained that cloud computing is at the same point the internet was at in 1995, when everyone was apparently asking ‘what is your internet strategy?’.
“Nobody asks that any more as the internet is kind of like oxygen, and cloud is heading in the same direction – it’s just everywhere, a new delivery mechanism; we all do it, and it is just assumed,” he said. It’s probably safe to say he’d also assumed the vendor’s chosen venue – a reet swanky place on the banks of the Seine – would have adequate connectivity.
Gaga for tech start-ups
As a career technologist, I’m always pleased to see new investment flooding into the industry. So I was delighted to learn this week that pop impresario Troy Carter is creating a seeding fund of up to $100m to inject into tech start-ups.
He may have made his name and his money being the manager of Lady Gaga, but Carter has also long been an advocate of tech firms and has invested in companies including Spotify, Dropbox and Summly via his AF Square fund.
The investor plans to take an “opportunistic”, rather than targeted approach as he hunts some Little Monsters to plough his wonga into.
Glad to hear you’re a fellow techhead, Troy – some of us are Born This Way. If you fancy investing in the hot east London tech scene (and don’t mind batting off the Paparazzi at Dagenham Heathway station), why not pick up the Telephone and poke yer face into Dodgi HQ?
There was yet more bad news for outdated tin-shifters like yours truly this week, with research revealing that cloud computing skills are the most prized of all for IT pros looking to further their careers.
According to research from recruitment outfit Robert Half Technology, some 39 per cent of IT directors claimed that “cloud computing is the most valuable skill for IT professionals to have”. This is apparently ahead of (deep breath) security (37 per cent); project management (33 per cent); virtualisation (29 per cent); network admin and engineering (27 per cent); mobile and application development (27 per cent); database management (24 per cent); C# development (15 per cent); business intelligence (14 per cent); and Java development (13 per cent).
I can only hope that ‘maths’ isn’t considered quite as important by any prospective employers of the survey compiler, as I can’t help but notice that the above answers add up to 258 per cent of respondents.
Although, funnily enough, “giving 258 per cent” is exactly what I demand of all new recruits at Dodgi.
23 Oct 2013
Australian bride-to-be Branka Delic recently started an internet campaign in an attempt to get her idol Jon Bon Jovi (there’s no accounting for taste) to give her away at her wedding. Via the website bonjoviwalkmedowntheaisle.com the 34-year-old, and her clearly very understanding hubby-in-waiting Gonzalo Cladera sought to get the world wide web behind her campaign to persuade the New Jersey soft rocker to take part in her nuptials.
“All her life, Branka thought she would marry Bon Jovi himself,” the site says. “Sadly, at the age of 34 she realised this would never happen, and she accepted Gonzo’s proposal instead.”
In an attempt to make it a more attractive proposition for the 51-year-old singer, the Aussie bride booked her wedding in Las Vegas, on the same day as Bon Jovi was playing a show in the Nevada city. She even planned her do for the same venue where the vocalist married his wife, Dorothea, almost 25 years ago.
After his Antipodean aficionado gathered support from thousands of people online, JBJ decided to give love a good name and duly strolled Branka down the aisle.
What a fantastic idea. Me and Her Indoors are renewing our vows in Margate next summer; the campaign starts here on the hashtag #getSpringsteentobemybestman
When Nicollo Machiavelli penned his dark arts masterpiece The Prince in 1513, it’s unlikely he thought it would one day become a bible for 21st-century IT managers.
But if one Gartner research bod has her way, every CIO should be taking a leaf from the Florentine philosopher’s tenebrous tour de force if they are to avoid becoming victims of the boardroom. Simply following protocol will make you vulnerable, Gartner fellow Tina Nunno warns in her new e-book The Machiavellian CIO.
Instead, they must draw on power, manipulation and warfare to defeat corporate rivals intent on bringing them down. That’s all well and good, but I can’t help thinking such highfalutin advice would be lost on Dodgi’s resident IT knob-twiddler Bob, who has the emotional intelligence of a nine-year-old, wears a bake-beaned-stained Simpsons t-shirt and hasn’t had a girlfriend since primary school.
As the boss of the east London area’s most successful ink cartridge dealer since Plaistow Pete’s PC Palace mysteriously went up in flames last year, I know what it’s like when an ex-lover uses an IT magnate’s name to earn a quick buck.
So it was with much distaste that I read that the mother of Steve Jobs’ eldest child has written a memoir painting the late Apple founder as a vicious and paranoid personage.
According to Chrisann Brennan, who dated Jobs on and off for five years in the 1970s, the Mac maker believed he was a reincarnated Second World War fighter pilot. His early success turned him into a “demon”, while Jobs was often rude and sarcastic to restaurant staff, Brennan wrote. Which clearly explains why she stayed with him for as long as five years.
I can sympathise entirely with my fellow IT tycoon: my reputation is still in tatters following last year’s expose of my Babycham-fuelled romp through the East End’s early 80s ska scene by my then-girlfriend Claudia.
Photo-sharing service Snapchat is popular with the young folks as it allows snap-happy internetters to share pics with each other, safe in the knowledge they’ll be deleted once they’ve been seen by the specified recipient (at least that’s what Dave Jr tells me).
Of the reported 350 million pictures handled by the site each day, about 349.8 million are rather revealing ‘selfies’ (thanks again, Dave Jr) according to research stats I made up just now. So users of the site may have been a little alarmed to read a recent blog post from Snapchat trust and safety bod Micah Schaffer, which detailed that the service can be compelled to hand photos over the authorities, and has had to do so on “about a dozen” occasions.
I’m not particularly worried about the feds seeing my pride and joy in the sensual snaps I’ve been sharing with the Mrs. I do wish I hadn’t posed next to those four cases of (ahem) factory seconds software, though.
07 Oct 2013
As the Barking and Dagenham area’s foremost new technology evangelist, I take pains to ensure I’m down wiv da kidz when it comes to the new techie trends coming from the streets.
So I was very disheartened (and just a little bit smug) to find myself sharing a taxi to a recent vendor event with two of my reseller exec brethren who were decidedly less savvy than me when it comes to yoof tech.
My suspicions were first aroused when one VAR bigwig had to explain to his pal how Twitter worked and what a hashtag was. The channel technophobe further demonstrated his all-round out-of-touchness when it transpired that he is seemingly the third man in the United Kingdom (after David Cameron and my old man) to labour under the misapprehension that “LOL” stands for “lots of love”.
“I only realised when I got an email from a client using it,” he clarified. Unbelievable! Anyone under the age of 50 knows it stands for little old lady #grandad.
Water load of rubbish
Considering that many iPhone enthusiasts are seemingly more than happy to spend hours – if not days – queuing in the cold and rain just to get their hands on the new Apple wowbox a few minutes before anyone else, it should perhaps not be much of a surprise to find some of them are poor, suggestible fools.
Following the recent release of the new iOS 7 operating system, a hoax advert did the rounds of the internet explaining that downloading the software activated a “smart switch” which effectively makes devices waterproof by shutting down when it detects water. It added that this was designed “prevent any damage to your iPhone’s delicate circuitry”.
Having presumably put Apple’s aquatic abilities to the test, a number of disgruntled users took to Twitter to vent their spleen (presumably from their unhip, crummy old desktop device). “Whoever said iOS 7 was waterproof: **** you,” said one.
Another expanded (very slightly) on this riff, adding: “OK, whoever said iOS 7 is waterproof: GO **** YOURSELF.”
Perhaps they did, my friend. But only after they’d ****ed up your expensive new toy good and proper.
I was shocked and appalled to note this week that Oracle main man Larry Ellison gave attendees at the software firm’s annual OpenWorld event the cold shoulder when he went to watch a boat race instead of giving a planned keynote.
Lazza’s Oracle Team USA ultimately completed a rousing comeback in the America’s Cup – more rousing, it seems, than the oration of hapless Oracle product exec Thomas Kurian, who was asked to fill his boss’ shoes at short notice. Delegates reportedly skulked away in their droves when it became apparent that Ellison would rather be watching his corporately endorsed yachtists do their thing than speaking to them.
I for one am shocked to see the world’s fifth richest man – who recently spent a chunk of his $41bn fortune on both a Hawaiian island and the local airline to go with it – has lost his affinity with the common man. One thing’s for sure: Ellison will get short shrift next time he shows his boat race in the East End.
One careful owner
Word reached me this week that not one, but two UK resellers are dusting off their glad rags and putting on a bit of slap as they try to make themselves irresistible in the hope of attracting potential suitors.
The chatter on the channel grapevine is that, like Kevin Keegan at the end of his eventful first spell in charge of Newcastle, bosses of the respective businesses feel they’ve taken their outfit as far as they can and are letting it be known that they are open to offers from well-heeled admirers.
I’d just like to make it clear that Dodgi is not one of this duo, and that I am certainly not interested in listening to seven-figure offers for my majority stake in this growing, profitable company. Nor do I want to cash in my chips, buy a cottage in Broadstairs and leave this highly investable business in the more-than-capable hands of a new owner.
The head honcho of Dagenham's top reseller (give or take a few) gives his insights on the quirkier and murkier side of the industry. Dave also keeps a keen eye on the world of robots, pointless research and social networking.