In 1970s Birmingham, geo-locating your child required a chance sighting by Jim, the builder. Getting a message home meant cycling home to say it. And wrists were unencumbered, free to be Chinese burned by your sister or pencilled in as prime real estate for a 1980s calculator with very small buttons.
Thankfully those miserable days are over. Actually they’re still here if you bought a Samsung Galaxy Gear, but for our young digital savages – or is that natives? – the wrist phone is here. Nearly. [Read more…]