(First Published in Ireland's Own, August 2008)

I love my mobile phone. It's a Nokia, faded cobalt and pale grey, and feels comfortable and warm in my hand. Designed immediately after the demise of those early brick-sized, brick-weighted and brick-brained models, my Moby-click has no radio, no camera, no diary, no link to my e-mails, and no quick way to check whether the train from Milan Cadorna to Como will arrive on time. But it has a torch.

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