IT SEEMED a shame to be in the capital and not visit a tourist attraction, so we set off for the Tower of London.
I was snapping this photo of a very stately beefeater when he suddenly asked, "Is that an i-Phone?"
Not expecting a 16th century custodian of the Royal jewels to comprehend hi-tech communications, I simply nodded in amazement.
"Is it 8 or 16 gig?" he asked.
I had no idea.
"There’s no need to turn your phone around when you take landscape photos?"
"There isn’t?"
"No, give it to me."
The beefeater took my phone and snapped a picture of Tower Bridge.
"There you go, simply turn your phone round and the image will reform itself to fit the screen."
I was mesmerised.
"Have you synchronised it with your i-Tunes library?"
I had no idea what he was talking about.
"I’ve got 4,300 songs on mine."
I was still working out how to text.
"Great technology," he declared handing back my phone and returning to his granite like stance.
I felt like I was in an episode of Dr Who? I’m scared of answering my phone now in case it’s Anne Boleyn.
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