Rupert’s Mobile Phones and Accessories

staff were interested in their own conversation, didnt have what i wanted, i get the impression the owner/​ers think we are all mobile novices, wont return again sorry

It’s hard to remember a time without a mobile phone. I do vaguely remember my first mobile though; a little Sagem phone that flashed all the time for no real reason. A lot of my mates had Nokias whose covers you could change and customise, but I could never do such a thing as I could never find anywhere that sold covers for my phone. That was, until I went to Rupert’s anyway.
Rupert’s is pretty similar to those phone shops you see in every city now that sell and unlock phones, only he and his shop were doing it well before everyone else. Such was his popularity amongst my friends and I that we would regularly visit there when in Southport, despite it being a bit of a trek and away from the usual game and music shops we only ever went into.
The accessories on sale at Rupert’s are extensive and varied, meaning you can usually find any thing for any phone (like I did all those years ago) and the phone repair services on offer there really are second to none.
A great place to go with any phone-​related problems or for a new accessory for your phone.

Does what it says on the tin, really. Only… whether I should be telling you this or not I’m not sure, but… oh well. Rupert unlocks anything, puts any sim into anything, heck, he could probably turn your retro landline into a BlackBerry if you gave him long enough. The man knows his craft.
Here in Wayfarers Arcade in a great little tucked away spot, I found myself with a Motorola Razr that had died a death. Rupert, a character, who can sometimes be moody (but it adds to the strange charm of his shop), takes one look at it and instantly knows what’s wrong. It’s entirely to do with the fact that there’s a small ribbon between the flip screen and the phone’s ‘hard drive’ as it were that transfers data, kind of like the monitor on your laptop. Frequent playing and flipping damages the ribbon, hence, phone death. Well, screen death.
I wouldn’t have known this if it wasn’t for Rupert. And his shop is a higgledy-​piggledy tiny maze of phones, mobile covers, bits and bobs, anything to do with the act of speaking into something in your hand. Staff there very much treat it like home and it’s quirky but it’s something of a Southport institution and my father’s been going there for years. They’re brilliant at what they do and they’ll give you great advice. Rupert could have made a mint out of me, he said, ‘I could fix it for you but it would cost more than getting a new phone.’ And he didn’t even push me to get a new phone from him or anything. He was simply telling the truth.
Now that’s what we like to see.