Emails on your smartphone getting ya down? I’ve got just the town
Launching Urban Serenity city breaks.
Want a mini escape, be able to power down a little & relax knowing your tsunami of smartphone emails can’t bother you yet don’t want to leave the downtown hubbub, cafe scene & trendy bars behind? Well we here at Urban Serenity have the destination for you.
Oh yes peace from pesky smartphone data is assured in this telephonic Bermuda Triangle – oops where did that signal go? Infact monks on a vow of silence have more chance of communication then you do in central Melbourne.
Yes, yes of course you could always call someone and speak to them, just kidding how Nokia 6210 is that. Talk to someone!! Haha, totes hilar. No the erstwhile executive of 2013 wants #bigdata not a big chat!
With what shall I fix it?
For the real go getter sans data in the Melbourne CBD there may be the nascent thought of trying to actually fix their data issue. Oh bless. Whilst their endeavour is to be applauded one thing will quickly become apparent as they begin their quest for data-loss answers in central Melbourne…
There’s more chance of saddling a poodle than getting on Google!
Urban Serenity TOP TIP. Fancy a chuckle. Love irony? Stand at the base of the towering Telstra skyscraper in the CBD and try and get some data. For greatest amusement actually try and receive a 4G signal (hahahah) but 3G should F&*k up just as successfully. Repeat…
I won’t need my thumbs in my 30s. Besides phones will be soooo oldskool by then!!
I’ve noticed teenagers text message with a frenetic energy that I have only hitherto seen captured in YouTube clips of tsunamis.
If only we could harness that power, we may have found the future of energy post fossil fuels! NB – I haven’t really considered any possible issues associated with physically connecting a teenager to a power turbine. There may be possible OH&S implications? Plus my ‘all the cool kids are doing it’ enlistment strategy may need some refinement. Anyway…
When a Gen Z’er texts there is so much frenzied movement of digits & thumbs that a veritable texting hurricane sweeps concentrically outwards from their keypad. My texting, on the other hand, produces a wind force similar in scale & brutality to that of a receding glacier or by being passed by a particularly infirm sloth. I guess I’m just more wind jeer than windsheer?!
Hold on folks. I’m texting
However there is good & bad news in relation to my glacial texting pace. Bad – I’m far from being very ‘street’. Good – it took almost my entire tram journey home to write this!