FOR the first time in my life I had a woman ask me for my phone number last Saturday.
Actually, it wasn’t one, but four women who asked, almost all at the same time.
I’m happily married but even in the stressful old dating days, I was never the type who had that happen.
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What happened was that I lost my cellphone on the golf course and tracked back quickly to the last place I knew I had used it (to check the rugby score between Australia and New Zealand).
It wasn’t on that hole, where a fourball of women was putting on the green.
“Give us your number and we’ll phone to see if we can find it,” they chimed, smiling.
I blushed, and said ‘no worries I’m sure I’ll find it’ before scuttling off.
It struck me just how dependent we are on our phones.
It’s not the first time I have been separated from my phone.
Some years ago mine grew wings and flew off from my desk at work.
How did we ever cope before the advent of this piece of incredible modern technology?
Whoever would have thought that you could take a video of a playing partner and within a few minutes send it to friends in the USA and Australia.
The digital era has changed the way people consume news, to use some modern jargon.
What hasn’t changed is that people will always want to read news.
The difference is that they want it now.
Print still has a place. It is, in my opinion, more trusted by readers.
In the rush to be first, some agencies or journalists can run into trouble in terms of having the facts correct.
That’s why we have a focus on getting it right.
We endeavour to do that, with the information available to us at the time.
I found my phone on the next fairway, thankfully.
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