The perfect crime!
I just seen that tellyad for the cybershot cameraphone from Sony Goran Eriksson. Seems that it's got an in built disintegrator attachment!
How cool is that!
According to the ever accurate and un-misinterpretable marketing campaign, you line up the Object Of Your Photo, and when you snap at them, they're sucked right into the camera, whilst some gormster sings about why people take pictures.
It does beg the question though, of teleportation. If this mobile device can extrapolate human beans from reality into digital compository status, surely there must be some 'back engineered' technology to reassemble them when you get home.
Or upload them to a memory stick, and take your photographications out on the move! Say you go to a gig, and like all good gig goers, ignore the statutory "no photographic equipment allowed". Take the snap, and suck the band into the camera (obviously, wait until the close of the encore so everyone thinks they've left the stage, rather than nicked for home, personal use). Then, you bung them on one of these memory sticks, and go out clubbing down Hades or The WhatACunt. Press the reassemble button, and hey presto! Your favourite band are suddenly in the venue!
And because they are somewhat stranded, they'll have to play an impromptu gig, just for you and your mates. On the downside though, being stuck in Norwich, you'd have to put them up for the night, which would be a right bugger if it was something like Blazin' Squad, for you would never have enough room in several houses to house the multitude of chavvy rapboys. Although I wouldn't mind putting Amy Winebottle up (oo-er!), she'd probably be sick all over the duvet, what with all the drink and drugs and stuff.
Still, a pop tart in the pocket is worth a shot at her bush...
Or something...
