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Or, happy phone dictionary day. Which according to wikipedia, is today. IPDD is intended to celebrate the existence and continued use predictive text mobile phone dictionaries. Sure, this may seem random, but considering that something as bizarre as a kitchen garden get its own International Day, and given that I love to text, I say why not.

I’m in favour because the phone dictionary seems to me to be one of the missing links between a computer and setience. It’s idiosyncrasies seem too off-beat to be pre-programmed. When I try to type in perfectly reasonable word such as ‘how’ it offers ‘inx’ which means nothing to me. If you mean to invite someone for a peaceful pint you could find yourself inviting them for a riot instead. My phone wont learn my name and only ever offers me ‘lathe’ instead of Katie. Despite typing in the name ‘Fulham’ on a regular basis, it prefers to label the borough of SW6 ‘Fujico’. I end up writing texts to my cousin ‘Parag’ (Sarah) or my best friend ‘Rabi’ (Rach). If I try to type Trafalgar (for the central square in London) it offers ‘upbealiar’ which is manifestly not a word. Even a relatively simple word caused my mum to come a cropper. I spent a year assuming she was displaying a dry wit in her messages, when in fact she had simply not realised that you could scroll through the predictive text suggestions, and choose the most appropriate option. She therefore signed each and every text ‘love nun’. Happy International Phone Dictionary Day, Mum. Aint technology great.