Summary: It's that time again. The time when you look at your not-even 12-month old iPhone with disgust, throw it out the window of a moving car and into the face of a passing racoon, before immediately driving straight to the nearest web cafe (you've just thrown away your phone, remember) and smash the pre-order button on a brand new handset you can't afford and which bears a striking similarity to the one you only moments earlier embedded in the cranium of an innocent trash panda.
