Bye bye, Blackberry

Wednesday, October 30th 2013

Blackberry Bold 9900
Blackberry Bold 9900
Love Blackberry, hate the 9900

If anyone said I had an obsessive relationship with my mobile phone, I would vigorously deny it, of course, though I can understand how a casual observer might think that! I have made no secret of the fact that my phones are important to me. They play a useful – in fact, I would say essential – role in my life.

I won’t bore you, as a true obsessive would, with an account of all the mobiles I have owned and how each has outshone the preceding one as the technology developed. I will, though, mention the Nokia 9300 Communicator which was one of my favourites and, in its day, probably the best phone going, at least for my kind of usage. Its importance lies both in its own excellence and in the fact that it fixed in my mind the model of the perfect mobile phone. I wrote the drafts of many of my blog posts on it and kept the household accounts with its spreadsheet software. It had two screens, a normal enough phone screen and a wide screen that was good for surfing the Web though its Web surfing abilities were slow by today’s standards. It could also do email, the first of my phones to have that capability.

Much as we both loved our 9300s, the tecnology moved on apace and we came to feel the need to upgrade. Given the characteristics of the 9300, which was classed as a business phone, its natural successor was pretty obvious. I had already flirted with Blackberry by buying an old model secondhand from Amazon. Though I never managed to get online with it, it persuaded me that Blackberry was the make we should move to.

Tigger, being somewhat more adventurous than I when it comes to new technology, had a couple of Blackberry phones while I stuck to my Curve 8900. I could at last do proper email on my phone and there was a wonderful instant messenger that allowed Tigger and me to remain in contact even when apart. Blackberry’s two selling points are its excellent email and its built-in physical keyboard. Tiny as the latter is, it is well designed and no on-screen keyboard can match it for efficiency and ease of use.

Once more, however, technology moved on and our phones gradually came to seem inadequate. We decided to stay with Blackberry and chose the 9900 model.

It was a great disappointment. To be frank, its operating system is a mess. The touch screen (mercifully absent from the 8900) is far too sensitive (even when the sensitivity is turned down as low as it will go) so that you are always clicking on links when you don’t mean to. You can’t avoid the touch screen because some functions require it. Despite my attachment to Blackberry, I hate the thing. Even though I have had it for 8 months, I have not made my peace with it.

There is also another problem with Blackberry. The company, like Nokia before it, seems to have lost its way. Profitability has plummeted and none of its new products, such as the Playbook tablet, have taken off. The much vaunted OS 10 and the two phones designed for it have failed to stir the hoped-for level of interest. It is beginning to look as though Blackberry, after a brilliant career, is on the way out.

We hear that Blackberry is up for sale and if a sale goes ahead, it’s hard to predict what changes may occur. Does this matter to users? Even if the company goes to the wall, surely the existing phones will go on working until they wear out and you replace them as you would have done anyway? That would be true of practically any brand of mobile except Blackberry. The reason why it is not true of Blackberry is because of its main virtue, the email system which is the envy of the rest of the industry.

If you have an Android phone, say, and you use it for email, you will have an app on your phone that is called an email client. This will connect with the servers of whatever company or companies provide your email services and will fetch the emails from them and send your own emails via the same servers. Your phone will continue working as long as the email providers remain in business.

With Blackberry, on the other hand, you do not connect with your email providers direct. Your phone communicates only with Blackberry’s own servers. These fetch your emails from your providers and “push” them to you. This means that you receive your emails much more quickly than you would if your email client had to poll the servers from time to time1.

It is this “push email” that is the jewel in Blackberry’s crown but it is also a vulnerability as far as users are concerned. Back in 2011, Blackberry’s servers in Slough went down twice, and while they were out of action, Blackberry users could not recieve or send emails, use Blackberry Messenger or surf the Web. You can imagine the outrage. More importantly, however, the conclusion is obvious: if Blackberry is sold, there are no guarantees that the services that drew people to the brand will survive. Our “smart” phones could become “dumb”.

If I liked my phone, I would go on using it while carefully watching the state of play, ready to jump ship if that became necessary. But I do not like it. It continually frustrates and annoys me. I have been looking around, trying to find another make and model that will meet my needs and be more pleasant to use. The Blackberry company’s shaky state has added a extra impetus to this search.

Tigger and I have decided that the time to change is now. But to what? It makes sense for us to have the same phones, or at least closely similar models, in order to maintain the efficient and real-time communications that are important to us.

Recently, we each acquired an Apple iPod Touch. I had always been an Apple sceptic but I have to admit that I was impressed with the quality of the iPod and the smoothness of its functioning. If you have an iPod, you know what it is like but if you do not, it is hard to describe. The iPod is like a miniature tablet PC, perhaps. Originally designed as a personal music player, it has now gone far beyond that. Like Android, Apple has an apps market but, unlike Android where anyone – including malicious people – can upload apps, Apple supervises its apps store and this guarantees that the apps will be of good quality and free from viruses and other nasties.

On my iPod, I have books to read; I have maps and a virtual satnav; with WiFi I can surf the Web, send and receive email, send instant messages, access Facebook and Twitter, see weather forecasts and read news bulletins from the BBC and Le Figaro. I can do some of these on my Blackberry too but not nearly so easily or pleasantly.

Everyone has heard of the iPhone and a succinct definition of the iPod might be that it is an iPhone that cannot make and receive phone calls. Now that I’ve said that, you can probably see where this is going. We use our iPods all the time for many things, frustrated only when we cannot get a WiFi connection. Wouldn’t it be nice, we often think, if our iPods could be “on” all the time? Well, they could be or, rather, we could have a similar device that is always on. To achieve this, all we would have to do is swap the iPods for iPhones. This is what we are in the process of doing. We have opted, as we usually do, not for the latest model but for the previous generation, the iPhone 4S rather than the iPhone 5S, partly because of the saving in cost.

We have bought our phones from Apple who sells them unlocked, meaning that we can use them with any network. Initially, we intend to use them with Orange, on the same pay-as-you-go tariffs we have on our Blackberry phones.

There are disadvantages to this solution as well as advantages. Firstly, while each iPhone has its own “native” email account which works with push, any other accounts you add cannot be pushed. Mail is fetched at intervals or manually. Wasn’t this an insurmountable obstacle for an email fan like me? It almost was, but I have found a modus vivendi which I think will satisfy me. I will explain how this works when I post a narrative of how we get on with our new phones.

Secondly, the iPhone has an on-screen keyboard and I find this hard to use. It is too small for an adult male’s fingers or thumbs. This was nearly enough to disqualify the iPhone but I am finding ways around the problem. This too is something that I shall describe later.

The phones are supposed to arrive tomorrow and then the real story will begin. I will recount it in due course.

One of the problems of reading reviews of popular makes of mobile such as Blackberry and iPhone is that reviewers almost always describe the new model by comparing it with the previous one. This may be of use to the owner of the old model but it is of little use to anybody else as it never answers the questions I want answering or gives a complete picture of the device in use. I do wish reviewers would realize this.

Perhaps if I set out my own experiences with the iPhone 4S, that will be of use to people thinking of moving to iPhone who have never had one. If you think that might be useful to you, watch this space!


1The polling interval is typically from 15 minutes upwards. The reason for this is that the shorter the polling interval, the greater the drain on the battery and short battery life is the weak point of the modern “smartphone”.

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Back to the mundane

Tuesday, October 29th 2013

The Monument
The Monument
Wren’s memorial to the Great Fire of London

Yesterday, I enjoyed the happy chore of fetching Freya back from the cattery, enjoyed it, yes, despite transport problems caused by the wind storm (see Freya braves the wind). Today a more mundane set of activities engaged us. Firstly, Tigger, who had been unwell and had stayed at home yesterday (an unhappy circumstance that had had the happy outcome that she was able to advise me on bus routes), went back to work. Secondly, I stayed at home to receive a visit from an Important Person.

We had begun to notice that the hot tap in the bathroom washbasin was becoming hard to turn off. We would often accidentally leave it still running. While my knowledge of plumbing could be written on the back of a postage stamp and still leave room for a decent length poem, it seemed obvious to me that it would need repairing lest it fail catastrophically. I therefore phoned a body called Partners for Improvement who are charged with the task of carrying out repairs to Islington Council’s residential properties, and asked for a plumber to call.

Time was when councils employed their own rubbish collectors, builders, plumbers and all the other professionals needed to look after the fabric of the borough but in these modern times political dogma insists that these branches of expertise must be put out to tender and private firms awarded the contacts. This is a mixed blessing because although it sometimes  works well, at other times it is a disaster. I have to say that in general Partners have provided a good service. Their operatives have always been cheerful and polite, have carried out their tasks efficiently, often explaining to me what they have done and showing me the results for my approval. The only problem is that you may have to wait a while for your job to be scheduled.

As I understand it, the company classifies jobs according to urgency and each level of urgency is accorded an “envelope”, the number of days within which the job must be completed. Our dodgy tap was apparently not considered a top priority and an appointment was set for today. In the meantime, we used it as little as possible, fearing it might break down completely just as we were about to depart for Durham. Luckily, it held out.

The plumber, the above mentioned Important Person (important to us, at any rate), rang the doorbell at 8:25 am and by 8:35 was on his way out, the job done. He replaced a worn washer and confirmed that this needed doing or the tap would have failed – not a happy prospect.

Freya is still demonstrating her pleasure at being home again and every now and then comes to tell me so, a not unwelcome distraction from whatever it is that I am doing at the time.

Later, I took the tube to Borough (as London transport calls it) or The Borough (as purists would have it) to meet Tigger from work. After a day of dealing with those annoying entities, people, Tigger usually has a headache. She claims that this is caused by caffeine withdrawal symptoms and that the way to deal with it is to stop off on the way home at Costa, Nero, Apostrophe or any of the coffee outlets trading along our route, for a cure. Relaxing over coffee also gives us a chance to catch up with one another’s activities and adventures during the day.

Later, we changed buses in King William Street, near the Bank of England and that is where I took the above photo of the Monument catching the evening sunlight as it peers over the surrounding buildings. Designed by Christopher Wren and Robert Hooke, it commemorates the Great Fire of London (1666) and was built in 1671-7. It is 202 feet tall and stands 202 feet east of the point where the Great Fire is reputed to have begun. Climbing 311 steps takes you to the viewing platform, which is today enclosed in netting to prevent any repetition of the six acts of suicide by jumping that have already occurred. You can find more information about this famous building here and here.

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Freya braves the wind

Monday, October 28th 2013

During our long and tedious journey home yesterday, I had worried about collecting Freya from the cattery today in view of the dire warnings that a major storm was about to hit the south of the country. Our usual cattery being unable to take Freya, we had chosen an alternative on their recommendation. This one was roughly equidistant from Chingford station and Highams Park station but, whichever station I chose, as they had no car, I would have to take a cab from the station to the house and back again.

Taking Freya to the cattery had involved a bus ride to Liverpool Street station, a train to Highams Park and a cab to the house. In normal circumstances, we would simply reverse the process but the circumstances were promising not to be normal…

When I awoke this morning, all seemed calm, and I admit that I thought the weather forecasters had got it wrong again and that the storm had not materialized. It was only later that I discovered there had been four deaths and considerable damage in certain parts of the area. Our neighbourhood has got off lightly, the only signs of the high winds being a few fallen tree branches and a heavy scattering a dry leaves on the pavement.

My first thought was to access the departures board of Liverpool Street station on the computer. When I did so, my worst fears were confirmed: every train on the list was endorsed “cancelled”. I called the cattery and they said I could come at any time to pick up Freya and even leave her another day if that would help. I thanked them but said I would get there by hook or by crook.

Brave words, though, are one thing; discovering the means to implement them another. I set to work on the computer checking possible routes.

As usual, it was Tigger with her talent for planning journeys who come up with a possible solution. It involved two buses and the cab I would have used anyway. I was glad about this because the journeys I had worked out all involved the tube but buses are less frightening for Freya than the tube.

The plan was to catch the number 56 bus from the Angel to Bakers Arms and change there to the 230 which would take me to Wood Street station. There were cab companies there who could carry me to the cattery and bring me back. The first stage of the journey went as planned and I left the 56 at Bakers Arms. When I looked around for a bus stop for the 230, I couldn’t find one. Instead I discovered a stop for the W16 which went to Highams Park. This was even better!

At Highams Park, I carefully noted the location of the bus stop for the return journey and then went to the cab office. Despite the disruption to travel, there were cabs available and I found myself travelling with the same driver who had taken me on the previous trip. The car rolled a few yards and stopped. We were in a traffic jam. This was caused by the gates on the railway level crossing which were closed. It took me a moment of two to realize the significance of this: if the level crossing gates were closed, there must be trains running! Perhaps things were returning to normal and I could take the train to go back.

I collected Freya from the cattery and the driver dropped us off at the station. I enquired: yes, some trains were running and there should be one arriving in six minutes. It did in fact arrive and it carried us to Liverpool Street. I noticed that the next train was cancelled, however, so I was lucky to arrive at the station at just the right moment.

From Liverpool Street station, we took the 205 back to the Angel. Job done!

Freya is glad to be home. I know this because she keeps telling me so. Every time our eyes meet, she miaows. We had a cuddle session in the middle of which she nudged my nose with hers, something she does only occasionally and on very special occasions.

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