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The first table here shows my costs excluding calls and insurance for the original iPhone and 3G iPhone to date. The third column shows how much it would cost me to upgrade today plus an 18 month contract. The fourth is an estimate of how much it will be if I keep it 12 months.

The second table shows how much it is if you take the 18 month contract to it’s limit. Cheaper than the original. These figures are based on my contract and taking an 8GB original, 8GB 3G and 16GB 3GS.

Costs per iPhoneiPhone * Upg 8 months3g iPhone * Upg 12 monthsiPhone 3GS keep 18 mthsiPhone 3GS keep 12 mths
Pay off£210£210
Phone£269£99£184.98£184.98
Contract£280£420£630£420
Total£549£519£1,024.98£814.98


iPhoneiPhone 3GiPhone 3Gs
Phone Cost£269£99.00£184.98
fully paid up contract£630.00£630.00£630.00
Total Cost£899£729.00£814.98

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Niamh’s Birthday 23, originally uploaded by chrisbrennan.

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Niamh 6 months old, originally uploaded by chrisbrennan.

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Listen!

An actual GENIUS!!!!

Listen!

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The baby steps of a few taster sessions having been taken, today was Niamh’s first full day at nursery. Dropping her off was much easier than we’d imagined it would be, she jumped into the arms of one of the staff and waved good bye with not so much as a whimper.

What happened after this I’m not party to, other than a report card, which we’ll receive every day she’s at nursery. However, the day passed like most others for me only without the feeding, changing and playing. No, today I had to work, which was much less entertaining.
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The Daily Report is much more interesting than you might imagine. We have what she ate for breakfast, dinner and tea it also includes what she had for her afternoon snack. Best of all it tells you just how much she managed. In addition it tells us what time her nappies were changed and what was in them, wet or dirty not pissy or shitty, which I think is an opportunity missed. It also told us when she’d slept and for how long.

At first I was cynical about the whole idea, but I spent a good deal of time studying the report trying to fill in the blanks. Normally I would have known everything that went in between too but because I didn’t and my only connection to her day was this piece of paper it held a special significance. By all accounts she was a bit upset when we left, but soon calmed down and spent much of the day climbing and playing and having fun. This is exactly what we had wished for, obviously.

When I went in to pick her up she was sat in a room with just two other children, all that was left at 5pm on a Friday. When she saw me her face lit up, for about a millisecond, and then crumpled into tears. Almost as if she’d just worked out I’d not been there all day. Still, she calmed down just as quickly. I think we can safely say that the first day at nursery was a success.

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STOLEN FROM FUTURE

I have replaced the content of this post with a link to the original on Techradar. Not because I was asked to, but because in my opinion it’s stealing and therefore, as grandma always told me, wrong.

The law may well disagree but if I create something and someone else uses it or distributes it I see it as theft. It does matter, it’s going to happen more and more and there’s not much can be done about it. I agree with Nikki in the comments for this entry:

Make it cheaper, easier to distribute and strangely less people Pirate.

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Today was the first taster day at nursery for the child. It was actually only an hour, but the idea was to give her an look at what she’ll be up to on Fridays from now on. Obviously, it’s nothing to do with letting the child see what she’s going to be doing and more to do with showing the parents that their precious baby will be safe even without them there.

Still, I went along at eleven and we were introduced to the staff and other babies in the green room. Not, a green room in the Friday Night with Jonathan Ross kind of green room, but literally a room painted green. It is here that my precious collection of 23 chromosomes, snot, shit and dribble will be looked after as I try and scratch a living out of the English language.

I was worried that the child would simply cling to me and cry with all the noise and unusual surroundings. I needn’t have worried. As I struggled to release her from the papoose baby N began to shift and squirm. At first I was confident that this could be calmed by a soothing hug from her second most trusted parent and once I could work out how to get us both extricated from the seemingly endless collection of tabs, straps and clips she would be fine.

Once I had found the solitary Kwik-release button and freed the 9kg terror I embraced her for that much needed hug. A hug to calm her nerves and to make her feel safe. Of course, she simply squealed kicked me and struggled to escape my arms so that she could go and play with all the other babies. The cow.

There then followed the form filling and discussions about nappies and pureed, slightly chunky or, indeed chunky food options. All the while my precious bundle of joy happily played in the corner with a bowl and plastic leaf. I was pleased to see that in a room full of toys she displayed the same disdain for pricey, colourful stuff when there’s a cheaper option available as she does at home, a true Yorkshire girl already.

I’d worked the papoose out in reverse so it only took about 20 minutes of pushing and poking to get her in and clamped to my chest at an angle which made it easy for her to kick me in the nuts. Clearly this girl does not want siblings. And with a single wave of the hand and a barely audible ‘buh bye’ I was ready to leave.

She returns tomorrow with her mother for another taster session but I feel the real test will come on Friday when we leave her in the morning and don’t come back till late afternoon. There will be tears, but somehow we’ll have to get over that and ignore the fact that she hasn’t even noticed we’re no longer in the room.

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One of the few things they tell you about becoming a parent is just how happy it can make you. Like, for instance, right now in-between feeding the baby, writing this and clapping my hands (or, pandies as they are now known for reasons unknown) I have been smiling. A big happy smile that’s almost childlike itself. Nothing else has the potential to make me feel this way.

It’s not the passing feel-good factor you get from watching this or even this it’s more than that and even better it’s unique to me. It’s mine, she’s mine there is nothing that can compare to the fun I’m having now watching her slowly and piece by piece destroy our kitchen. I’m not really bothered about the small pile of macaroni cheese on the floor or the pool of water now sneaking its way toward the plug socket (I will be when it’s a bit closer don’t worry.) because right now my daughter is happy.

It’s this they don’t tell you at the ante-natal classes or at the hospital, and I’m not sure why because all the other stuff is just details. When your child is happy so are you. Obviously, there are people for whom this isn’t true and that’s very sad, but this isn’t a post about those people it’s about me. I’ve had how to put a nappy on lessons, how to bathe a baby lessons, how to feed a baby lessons, but not one person told me the big secret about being a dad and that is: it’s marvellous. I suppose it’d be dumb to have how to think and feel about your baby lessons, but still.

Of course, people say it’ll change your life, but nearly always with a ‘for the worse’ tone to their voice. Late nights, teething, crying for no reason, the first time they fall (my bad), the first time they do anything that remotely hurts you’re wracked with guilt but then that’s because what you want is for them to be happy. Because when they’re happy you are but you get the double expresso hit of being happy because they are happy and happy because you’re goal is to make them happy. It’s a big happy circle that keeps on giving you happy.

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The new UK specific edition of Wired launched this month it’s a brave and ballsy idea to launch a new magazine when the naysayers are predicting the death of print. The launch cover line: Your Life In The Future and the accompanying issue really impressed me at first, but the more and more I looked the less and less enamoured with it I became.
I had the unnerving feeling that I’d seen it all before and that the cover image was a picture I’d seem somewhere else. After a while though I realised that it wasn’t that I’d seen the image before or that it didn’t fit but that I’d already seen this future. This was a future I was comfortable with it was the future I expected to see. There was nothing in the image I couldn’t have imagined already, nothing that shocked or jarred or intrigued me. Space elevators? Arthur C Clarke told me about them years ago. Buildings with solar panels and wind turbines? Already happening. Elevated transport systems? Don’t they have one in Chicago?

I think Wired has missed an opportunity here. An opportunity to do something really brave to challenge the same old same old magazine covers. Take a look round WH Smiths and what you see is banks and banks of magazines all with the same cover. Sure, the image is different and the words, but in essence if you removed the titles you’d be hard pushed to describe any genuine differences. The same is true of this new issue of Wired. The cover of Wired isn’t a vision of the future it’s a vision of the magazine publisher of today. Clearly they had a lot of money to get this cover right and in my opinion they’ve been too conservative. Having been in magazine cover meetings I’m certain that some of the really great ideas were left behind because the ‘experienced professional opinions’ lacked the conviction to do something truly different because ‘it won’t work’. In the main this is probably true but with the launch issue I think you can get away with it. If this is the ‘really great idea’ then sadly I don’t hold out much hope for their covers.

The letter from the editor jarred too, it was more a sales pitch than something from the editor who can see the future or at least knows the people who do and is going to pay then to write. Much like the cover the editor’s letter was what we already have. Look at page XX for our great story from the really intelligent XX and don’t forget to subscribe. I wanted something more meaty, an editor’s letter that wasn’t the same as all the others. Interestingly MacUser is one of the few magazines that has kept up to the long editorial letter that isn’t basically a sales letter for something you’ve already bought and all the better for it as far as I’m concerned.

I’d be lying if I said I’d normally buy an issue of a magazine that had a story about the iPlayer, a sinking ship and a mathematical formula for finance, but all were interesting if not a promise of the future. The article on what was going to happen in my future was, I feel, another cop out. Predicting the future is easy because you don’t really have to be an expert in anything to say ‘I think there’ll be a cure for cancer by 2056’ Of course, the people making the predictions are infinitely more qualified than most but they still have as much chance of being right as I do. For example, if I predict that Aston Villa will win the Premiership in the next five years and they do then clearly I know more about football than someone who doesn’t if they don’t then I know nothing about football.

One thing that can’t be faulted is the attention to detail in both design and word craft. Each article looks beautiful as if the art director has spent as much time, care and devotion equally, over every page. I especially like the Test section as it makes the mundane everyday parts of the magazine look as special as the main feature. I’m sure it’ll take a few issues for everything to bed-in and some aspects will change or be removed but overall the look and feel of Wired is a pleasure.

I’m not sure I like all the columns being lumped together, but then maybe it helps the flow. I like the fast facts at the bottom of pages 24 – 57, but I think I’d have spread them throughout the magazine on random pages rather than on consecutive pages. Also, the issue lacked a sense of flow for me, as there’s not enough definition between sections to signpost your journey through the edition. Perhaps this is done on purpose, but I think it has the feeling of one big feature rather than a collection of sections and features.

Over the course of writing this I’ve come to the opinion that this launch issue of Wired feels more like issue five. That may well be the thrust behind the magazine, but I think there’s an opportunity lost. When the redesigned MacUser (previous to the most recent redesign) was being put together there were some things in it, which we felt were different, a departure from what had gone before. Some of them were totally wrong and hated by the readers who complained bitterly so were dropped others were less unpopular and stayed. I feel that this is lacking from Wired, They’ve set out make the perfect magazine and for all that they have achieved this I feel it suffers because of it. There’s nothing I love and, perhaps more importantly, there’s nothing I hate either it just is.
Conde took the really, incredible, fantastical and gutsy decision to launch a highbrow technology magazine and put some real money into it too, but I fear that they’ve played it safe with the publication itself. Shame.

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I was going to write a really long post about our month long journey round Britain, but I’ve been far too busy. So, here are the video highlights.

You can watch in in a selection of sizes here I would use YouTube but y’know copyright is a bitch.

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