It was May 1988 and one of my roles was Emergency Planning Officer for Knowsley. I got a new, smaller mobile phone. It was only about ten inches tall (plus a few more inches for the aerial, of course). It weighed about half a ton but you could, at a pinch, carry it in a pocket (provided you weren’t too fussy about your suit looking like something a Mafia boss had worn). There was, in addition, a spare battery to be carried about if you wanted to use it for any seriously long conversation. And the charger needed to be toted about in case both batteries went... A bit different from 2008 when I have to make sure I get a ‘big’ phone so that my fingers can actually manage the keys...
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