Would sir like a moment alone with his iPad?
After he leaves, I am finally left alone with an iPad. Finally I get some finger time. I peep under the slip holder, and there it is. When I switch it on, a little sigh escapes me as the screen lights up. Ten minutes later I am rolling on the floor, snarling and biting, trying to wrestle it from the hands of an Apple press representative.
Tragically, the Apple staff had already used up all their tranquiliser darts on Walt Mossberg.
There were casualties.