New Generation TwitPhone rocks my world (story)

Yesterday I took delivery of the New Generation TwitPhone prototype. Or Twipi for short.
Since I am a girl and don't wear a watch, my Twipi is shaped like a chunky bracelet. I asked for plum, but I guess they couldn't quite get the colour right so it's a nice mauve with slight plummy overtones and all the nobs and dials just look like an artistic splattering of precious stones.

You can do with it everything you can with an iPhone. There is a small, diamonde button that, when pressed, unfolds a good size touch screen. Granted, you do end up looking like a particularly ungainly robo-butterfly had alighted on your wrist, but I don't intend to use this feature very often because Twipi is also voice operated.

It really comes into it's own in the car. No more narrowly avoiding accidents while fiddling with the radio nobs or trying to scroll down to the exact song I wanted on the iPhone.
No. What I do now, is say, for example "HashLilyAllen" and the Twipi starts playing all the Lily Allen songs. I could also just say "HashLilyAllenNotFair" and the Twipi will drench my audiospace in the most epic girlpower song of the decade.

Another cool thing it can do is tune into all the digital radio stations in the area. So, if I'm tuned into the radio and say "HashLilyAllen" the Twipi will start playing the first radio that plays Lily Allen. Saying "HashNext" hops me on to another radio station in a blink of an eye.

It's also quite intuitive and can be programmed with play lists. You probably want to allow a fair bit of quiet time to do this, it can take a while and you'll have to use key phrases like "TwipiMixSetup","TwipiMixChoose","TwipiMixTheme" and so on to get your lists set up. You can name your lists however you like and pull them up at any time with a simple hash command.

Building on the power of Twitter, the Twipi also allows for accessing Trending topics.
You'll need to tell it whether to filter these in any way otherwise you could find your perfectly comfortable Friday afternoon ruined by mentions of millions of people you'll never meet and don't care about. I was particularly startled to be called a BitchHo Mudafuka and immediately after branded an unfit parent for sending my kids to summer school every year. I don't have kids for heaven sakes.

So a complete winner, really, in all aspects, save one. On a sunny afternoon, with your window rolled down, do not, please, request "Hash50Cent", especially not when passing trough a dodgy neighborhood or when police are within earshot.

It's a shameful way to end a beautiful gadget relationship.