Celia Walden: My name is Celia and I've had the same phone for over nine years
THE world's fastest mobile phone was unveiled recently in Barcelona. The Mobile World Congress – where techno-nerds from every country have assembled en masse to worship at the collective altars of Nokia, Huawei, Samsung and Apple – is as close to the seventh circle of hell as an event gets in my book.
I've had the same mobile phone for nine-and-a-half years. The chrome frame has fallen off and there's a bank of Araldite around the keypad so thick that I can only now punch out a number if a second party holds the appliance together for me.
On the back is a Homer Simpson-shaped patch where a sticker used to be, which has collected lint, dust and other miscellaneous substances over the years. The phone has been dropped so many times that the screen no longer shows anything but the time, which is wrong. It's in many ways a disgusting object, but it works, and the idea of buying a new one fills me with dread.