In all fairness, Siri is clearly labeled as 'beta', which essentially means it isn't ready for public consumption. This is unusual of Apple but shows how excited they are by the new feature which is, joking apart, pretty impressive. That said, it does seem that it's early appearance is perhaps more intended to impress with it's potential and, more often than not, amuse with it's rather poor grasp of it's master's dialect.
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The most vivid dream
If you're getting married in the near future, one piece of advice will be offered regularly by those who have already said their vows: 'Sit back and take it in - it will go by in an instant.' And it is great advice, because it does. Only, it's advice which is almost impossible to follow, … Continue reading The most vivid dream
Wedding week diary – Wednesday: Lonely coffee
I got bored of the paper very quickly and ended up playing Cut The Rope on my iPhone instead. That, too, lost its appeal, so I took a photo of my coffee. I'm not sure why I did that and, unfortunately, my new mate caught me doing so. To his credit, he pretended he hadn't witnessed it and got on with his duties.
Wedding week diary – Monday: Hot sandwiches and scary cows
The cows shrugged and got back to what they were doing. The unexpected entrance of a bearded Paris Hilton had clearly lost it's appeal.
Where’s my organ?
I lost my organ last night. It had been there a few days before but, last night, it inexplicably turned into a sitar. This wasn't convenient. Partly because a sitar doesn't sound anything like a Hammond organ but mainly because it chose to morph into the twangy ethnic instrument during the two bar count-in to … Continue reading Where’s my organ?
Social spaghetti
Someone kindly sent me an invitation to join Google+ yesterday. And join I did. I joined the bejesus out of it. Although I couldn't tell you why. ...Because I have no idea. I certainly didn't need to. A quick check of the 'Social' folder on my iPhone tells me I now have no less than … Continue reading Social spaghetti
Child’s play
The sole aim of a sport we hoped would one day make Olympics, was to hit a tennis ball as high into the air as possible. Simple. I think there may have been some rudimentary scoring involved, and, had this taken part on a tennis court, it could quite easily have been dismissed as nothing but harmless, boyish fun.
Ten year glitch
So, for the first time in ten years, I had to call BT's technical support line. I've heard some stories about these people, but never experienced them first hand because, to be perfectly fair, our broadband service has not faltered once in a decade.
An ode to my future wife
To my relief, I learned that favours are just little presents you give to everyone. But I didn't know that. And because I didn't even know of their existence, they would not have been present at the wedding, had I organised it.
British Smash
...in the ten years they've paid someone else to pump gas and electricity into my house, the only offer I've had from them is for boiler cover. Or a new boiler. Free of charge, I wondered? No, I'd have to pay for either, but they would send the nice smiley man you see on the adverts who definitely wouldn't rape me.
