Bob Says… All Fanboys are Alike

So poor little Poguey-woguey has suffered a flaming from the BlackBerry fanboys. Boo-f—ing-hoo. Maybe he can write a musical about it. But it isn’t the world’s campiest tech journo — irksome though he may be — who is causing me discomfort today. No, that somewhat dubious accolade goes to the engorgement of pricks collectively know as BlackBerry fans. It shouldn’t really come as any surprise that they are, to a man and woman, a monumental collection of cretins. Recall, if you will, the BlackBerry’s unique selling point. Not for them the mundanity of the plain-old mobile phone. Oh, no. The BlackBerry owner must be able to receive e-mails at a moment’s notice. Heaven forfend that they should be unreachable during the split second between Obama deciding to offer them that cabinet position and his coming to his senses. You will notice the bizarre dichotomy here: BlackBerry users consider themselves so important that they must make themselves always available, whilst the rest of the world thinks them so unimportant that they decide to communicate via e-mail rather than telephone. Is it then any wonder than when someone criticises their latest wonder toy they quickly deluge the miscreant in a lake of whining and piss? Certainly, they are no worse that the average Apple fanboy, but I always find myself rooting for this later group in the same way that, should things regrettably kick-off during an International, I find myself rooting for the English football hooligans: they may be an almighty bunch of c—s, but at least they’re our almighty bunch of c—s.