So, this week I found myself in the back end of London in a beer garden, it was a gorgeous day and a few free Pimms were welcomed.
As I poured myself a drink, one of the fellow patrons shuffled over to me and said in a quietish voice.
“Er.. How are you finding the gear?”
I was puzzled.
“Uhm… the gear?!?”
Shit. My nervous bullshit chatter possibly looked like the ramblings of someone off their face on cocaine.. Was he wanting to score? I felt very ‘Mark’ from Peep Show.
“Yeah..” he nodded slowly “the gear!”
This was going to be awkward, I was going to explain that I’d not taken anything, and I couldn’t help him find the nearest chemist, yet alone the nearest drug dealer.
I was quickly trying to work out a way of trying to make myself not look like a knob, my brain spat out an “Errr” as it tried to process its way out of this awkward place.
“Yeah, I’ve been looking at them myself, I quite want one” He interjected.
This didn’t help my confusion, but then I noticed he was looking at my wrist.
It clicked. He was talking about the Android Wear WATCH I’ve been sent to review – The Samsung Gear Live.
What a bell end I am.