A few weeks ago, in the dark depths of boredom, I was messing around with my phone and decided to put a PIN lock code on it. Why did I need to put one on? I don’t know, it was just something to do.
Amazingly, within the space of 10 minutes, I’d forgotten which PIN number I’d used and locked myself out of my own phone.
I had to wait until I got into work the next day before I could phone Orange and get it unlocked.
Rather cleverly when it was unlocked, I put a new unforgettable PIN code on it. I subsequently eased myself through three thorough ‘PIN unlocking tests’ which I devised myself:
- Turn phone off
- Turn phone on
- Enter PIN
This was to ensure that not only was the number etched into my brain in big massive, size 72 bold font, numbers. But it would also be a living, breathing part of my subconscious. The sight of my bank card triggers my 4 digit PIN number to come screaming at me from the back of my head. The sight of my phone was now also screaming my new phone PIN number every time I looked at it. This memory malarkey stuff was easy.
It was a more cunning (and fool proof) plan than Baldrick ever devised.
However, that was 3 weeks ago and I’ve not had a need to switch my phone off since.
It wasn’t my bank card PIN number, it wasn’t my date of birth and it wasn’t old faithful ‘1,2,3,4’ so I’ve just locked myself out of my phone again. Sigh…