Posted by sean on September 3, 2010 at 11:26 pm in Mobile Phones with No Comments

I am now in possession of an iPhone 4. Having been an O2 customer for more than 18 months now, I was due an upgrade to my 3G and the thought of the new handset was too appealing!

The iPhone 4 has received a lot of criticism, mainly from jealous Blackberry and HTC owners, who claim that if you hold the handset incorrectly, you are disconnected from your telephone call.

I have tried holding my handset in all the possible ways it can be held with a standard human hand and have to say, I have no idea how the signal can be lost. What on earth are people doing to cause it to drop the signal? Clenching it in their primitive fist like a caveman, until the internal antenna is physically crushed?

The people that can’t use an iPhone 4, are probably the same imbeciles incapable of working a computer keyboard and can only type with their fist, like this – fvggffcbggbbgbn   vggffgffdfggfty66uyuhyjuj bnbn hbhhghgg. Pretty stupid, don’t you think.

The iPhone 4 is a great handset and a fabulous upgrade. Just don’t get one if you talk in grunts, live in a cave or are married to a red haired woman called Wilma.

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