Sweaty Vodafone shop

Huge delays at Liverpool Street Station this evening because it’s ‘too warm’. There are speed restrictions in place which are, apparently, delaying the trains from the station — to the point that at about 6pm today the platform was filled with gently cooking commuters.

I took advantage of the delay to pop up stairs to the Vodafone shop. I am hormonal for the new Blackberry at the moment you see. Any excuse. I went in and had a browse and hung around while some idiot was bothering the sales person with his crap phone.

“It won’t save messages to the SIM card,” the customer said

The Vodafone chap did a really good job of saying ‘but sir you’ve got a piece of shit for a handset than can store 20 messages, what do you expect?’ in more flowery, less direct language.

Unfortunately the customer droned on and on. The other Vodafone chap was busy setting up someone on a contract so I stood and sweated.

In fact the sweat poured off me. I could take it for about 4 minutes before I began hovering. I expected the place to be super chilled like most shops are nowadays. Not so the Vodafone shop at Liverpool Street. I just couldn’t take it.

The trains were screwed still, so I headed up the platform dodging people.

[How many women now have some sort of Samsung Z or D series handset? Tons on the concourse]

I reach the Orange shop. Well, it’s a cubby-hole, really. A broom cupboard of a shop. I wondered what their Blackberry deals were like. There was a customer in there already … so I had to stand outside and wait. As I did, my eye glanced at the ‘Blackberry’ shelf which was empty. However the sign above it said ‘Blackberry 7230’.

Errrr.

I turned and exited. They’re not on the 8700 series yet? Noooo thanks. Too hot to walk to the o2 store.