The now seemingly all too regular launch of a brand new Apple product, in particular one of their world-beating iPhones, has grown to become something much larger, much more feverish than many of us may have expected back at the dawn of the current line in 2007.
I'm an addict, and I'm addicted to French Girls. Before you come to your own debauched conclusions about that statement, let me clarify: French Girls is an iPhone app... The premise is simple. You take a selfie, it gets uploaded to the app, then other users paint you.
I really want to like Skype. So why don't I? Basically, for all the inverse reasons I love my i-gear. It doesn't look good, it isn't easy to use, and it never works. OK, not never, but it tends to work best when you're just a few hundred metres away from the person you want to communicate with.