I have an iPhone now. I still have my iPod Touch, although i'm feeling a little unfaithful. The iPhone is a refurbished model, refurbished by me and my Dad. I inherited it from Australia and once we had opened it up and sucked most of Bondi beach out of it, it worked fine. The screen is a bit damaged and the dock-connector is dodgy, yet I put up with these faults to the chagrin of the Touch who looks on muttering "Hey, I'm 16GB. He's only 8GB. My battery last for days, his lasts for 15 minutes. Where did I go wrong?"
You went wrong, my old friend, because you don't have a camera.

As you may have noticed from previous posts, I have become addicted to a little iPhone app that covers up the failings of a tiny 3megapix camera using clever filters and tweaks. The result looks like you found the photo in a jumble sale stuffed into the lining of an old jacket, or being used as a bookmark in an old encyclopedia.
I have been trying to work out why I currently prefer the simplicity of this novelty toy to my Ricoh, with all its fancy complexity. I think it is because the randomness of photography has returned and with it some of the chance and mystery that was lost once I started using a digital camera. When using film I didn't know whether I had taken a good photo until it was developed. Now, in a similar way, I press the shutter button and wait for a surprise. I have to find a scene that will cope with distortion and won't be cropped, and that means a stronger focus on the subject and composition and less on the fiddly camera settings.
Predictably, one disadvantage is that everything looks old. And fuzzy. Despite this, and maybe it's just a phase, but I'm having fun. Even though my iPod Touch and my Ricoh aren't happy.