Viva Brighton Issue #69 November 2018
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)<br />
“Goodbye Chloe Banks,” I say, as I leave the café,<br />
doing something I have always wanted to do but<br />
never before had the nerve.<br />
She looks over her shoulder, a little mystified, and<br />
her expression says ‘do I know you?’<br />
She doesn’t but I know her name from her Wi-Fi<br />
hotspot.<br />
It always makes me feel a little Sherlock<br />
the way they come up: Ian0345’s phone,<br />
Rachel1992’s phone – or often more playful<br />
variations: chattycassie’s phone, shazzathedazzler,<br />
jackthehack etc.<br />
You can learn a lot about people just by sitting<br />
near them in cafés and on trains and on this<br />
occasion I learn that the young woman sitting<br />
opposite me, busily checking her Instagram<br />
feed, is none other than Chloe Banks (not her<br />
real name).<br />
For years I have given nothing away in return,<br />
retaining an air of mystery by being the person<br />
whose Nokia brick phone barely allows internet<br />
access.<br />
I’ve had my reasons: being a luddite, being rooted<br />
in the past, not liking change, not liking change<br />
for the sake of it, liking the fact the battery on<br />
the brick lasted about two weeks, liking the fact<br />
that the only contact people can make when I am<br />
out is by text or phone (and that’s enough), not<br />
wanting to become the sort of person who sits in<br />
a café checking their Instagram feed or posting<br />
every moment of their life.<br />
But there’s been pressure from lots of different<br />
directions: my phone provider, family, friends,<br />
publisher, and agent…<br />
I think it was my publisher’s assistant who<br />
laughed so much when I produced said Nokia<br />
that I started to think about it. And a lot of press<br />
trips this year where I began to realise it would<br />
make sense when travelling hand luggage only,<br />
not to be carrying a laptop, camera, phone, iPod<br />
and kindle but just one phone that could do<br />
everything and fit in my pocket.<br />
So, I made the leap, bought an old iPhone off<br />
eBay, took it away on a trip somewhere, had to<br />
admit I found it quite useful having all those<br />
functions in my pocket but switched the sim back<br />
to my trusted brick on my return.<br />
Then the next trip came around and I switched<br />
the sim a few days before leaving and left it in<br />
a few days after my return. One thing led to<br />
another and now I appear to be a fully-fledged<br />
card-carrying member of the iPhone community<br />
– albeit one who is still a bit slow to get to grips<br />
with it.<br />
“Why does my phone come up as your iPod?” I<br />
ask my son, as I plug it into my computer.<br />
“You just need to rename it,” he replies.<br />
That’s easy for him to say. I enlist his help.<br />
He sorts it.<br />
My phone no longer claims to be son’s iPod; it is<br />
clearly labeled “Old Woman!”<br />
Now, whenever I am on a train or in a café,<br />
everyone will know….<br />
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