Friends seem slightly dismayed that I have so easily abandoned my loyalty to Apple, but with electronics, as with my eclectic taste in automobiles, I'm a complete harlot, easily beguiled and led astray by any brand.
As usual, there are irritations with the applications associated with anything new - even those supposedly bristling with advanced Android technology. For example, I cannot download my annual subscription to one of the world's more intelligent newspapers, the European edition of the International Herald Tribune, which is mildly frustrating and suggests my iPad may yet escape the elephant's bone-yard.
I'm also somewhat vexed that I've carelessly allowed Facebook to worm itself into the device by notifying me with a pop-up window that "a friend" had a personal message for me. Cynical about cyber-friends, I curiously followed the trail, agreeing to Facebook's conditions to join up and receive the message.
At long last I found the notification, which as expected, turned out to be meaningless twaddle from someone totally beyond any recollection.
Not a big deal - until a temple bell on the mobile gave me an unexpected reminder about some long-forgotten newspaper hack's birthday.
I discovered that having let Facebook in through the front door, the application had insidiously flooded my electronic diary with all the birthday details of my supposed coterie of past friends, apparently collected from a historic Facebook account.
Birthdays that really matter, such as those of the wife and kids, are not included. However, I suppose sucking up to various media editors with a birthday greeting from yet another mindless cyber-list, complete with a tinkling temple bell reminder, won't do my haphazard media career any harm. Lucky me, lucky them.
