On a wet London rush hour in 2011, I’d often face a 50-strong queue to get my bus home. And when I joined the back of the queue, as many as 50 BlackBerry screens would look back at me.
I was convinced my co-commuters were the hardest-working in the City. The 15 minute bus wait, once a waste of time, had become the email checking, calendar-inviting, news scrolling, document-reviewing, most productive period of the day. Never were so many tiny Qwerty keys pressed by so few, so fast. But in truth the same scene was playing out at bus stops and train platforms all over the Square Mile: you were not a somebody unless you had a BlackBerry.
