TITLE

Fruitless, until I went to the core

AUTHOR(S)
John Waters
PUB. DATE
October 2012
SOURCE
Mail on Sunday;10/28/2012, p25
SOURCE TYPE
Newspaper
DOC. TYPE
Article
ABSTRACT
LAST November, I got an iPhone 4S, which never lived up to its promises. Within a few weeks, the built-in speaker was kaput, which meant the phone no longer rang when somebody, er, 'rang' me.
ACCESSION #
82837833

 

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