I have never been a mobile phone addict. I couldn’t care about texting, whether it had a flashlight, if it played music, or any other seemingly magical thing that got everyone else addicted. I wanted a phone I could make phone calls on. Simple.

Then Brosnan showed me his smart phone could log into Ficly.

Three days later I owned a smart phone.

When my wife asked me why the sudden expenditure, Brosnan got a mention, and “moving with the times”, blah blah blah. I was still in self-denial of the fact I bought one primarily to access Ficly, so no way could I tell my wife that.

Ten times a day I’d check the site. What new challenges were up? I could even write on my phone! I could see comments as soon as they were made, and I was always working on that Next Great Piece.

My boss didn’t like how much I used my phone during valuable work hours. Job gone.

My wife didn’t like being woken by alerts going off in the middle of the night that I had to read. Divorced.

My new dog, Ficly, loves his name…