After announcing to the world last week how excellent I was at writing every day, I’ve not written anything at all this week. I certainly found that little anecdote funny. It’s almost as though by acknowledging the magical writing process, I immediately invalidated it.
What I have been doing this week is re-visiting the somewhat-laboured joy of my Android 4.0-running HP Touchpad, which I picked up nearly two years ago after that time when HP sold off all their Touchpads for not much money that time. I’ve been waiting for the new generation of Nexus 7s to (finally) make an appearance, and I wanted to get re-familiarised with the whole Android tablet experience, and boy it’s good.
I’m a huge fan of two reading apps on my phone: Pocket and Flipboard, and their tablet equivalents are seriously nice. They link together very nicely, creating a very smooth content-browsing and content-consumption experience. Even my mum gets how Flipboard works. If you’ve not checked ’em out, I’d definitely do so.
Pic is from somewhere near Burling Gap, West Sussex, where I went earlier on.
