Curse the iPhone and all its wonderous techie delights. Where I used to delight in spending hours puzzling over problems like where I'd seen an actor before, or who so-and-so used to be married to, now I just Google it.
My husband (a BlackBerry devotee - zzzzzz) takes the piss out of me constantly about it, but I like answers - and quick, damnit. I may have to stop before my memory is as shot as my hearing seems to be (too many raves, too few earplugs, but no regrets). For now though, I thought you voyeurs might like an insight into what I've been searching this week...
