Enjoy the last commercial-free corners of cyberspace while you still can; they won't last long
How we laughed the day our boss, then-editor of the Herald Gavin Ellis, told us that one day we'd be reading the news on our mobile phones.
We felt sure the ink had gone to his head as he outlined his future utopia: streaming headlines piped hot to everyone's device. Sure, we sniggered; confident that phone news was about as likely as John Banks winning the upcoming Auckland mayoralty. As if!
Perhaps Gavin didn't explain it that well, because in my mind's eye I still saw an entire newspaper broadsheet page squished into the space of a mobile phone display (the phones were bigger when they first came out, but the displays were tiny). Or perhaps I'm just a bit thick: certainly I laughed the same way the day I saw the first ever Spice Girls video, proclaiming loudly that no group with such a lame moniker would ever be more than a one hit wonder. I also violently disagreed with my mother when she predicted, in the 80s, that flares would come back into fashion. "You've got to be joking!" I bellowed in response, secure in the knowledge I would still be wearing fluorescent green zipper-leg jeans with brown and white striped leg warmers for many years to come.
But flares did come back, John Banks wore the mayoral chains, the Spice Girls had (factory-made) hit after (factory-made) hit and indeed, mobile phones got better. So much better that there are now about four million cellphones in use in New Zealand and some 1.9 million people have subscriptions to get the internet on them.