Simi Sim Mobiles

If you read Cathal C’s review, I can tell you that the friend in question is me!
I was lusting after some top notch pocket peripherals at the time. I decided that to be an international captain of industry I needed to answer my calls on something that had every letter of the alphabet, as well as digits one-​to-​ten, assigned to it’s own microscopic button. I also needed it to cost around a fiver, so Simi Sim seemed, as a shop, to satisfy the specifications I’d set.
After the conversation recounted in Cathal’s review I’ve always been too scared to go back, in case they remember me and force me to buy a phone with, let’s call it: bad memories.
Ah no, for real, I’ve heard people rave about the services rendered at Simi Sim, and the speed at which they can perform all sorts of repairs that will take Vodafone 6 months to a quarter-​of-​a-​century to complete.

I don’t understand Dublin at all. Why are used things so darn expensive? I passed by Simi Sim and took a look at the various mobile phones they had on display. As I could recall, they weren’t any different in any way from the prices of brand new phones you’d buy in a shop. Do they think people are stupid… Or what? Maybe I’m missing something, but I give this place a thumbs down.

Simi Sim Mobiles is one of those kind of shady shops where they sell phones and all other sorts of intriguing electricals. Need your phone unlocked when you’re going abroad? Simi Sim will do the job for you for a tenner, no questions asked.
A couple of months back, a friend of mine was looking for a Blackberry, but not one of the current models: he wanted one of the more difficult-​to-​source ones that they stopped making a year or two ago.
Friend: Have you got x type of Blackberry.
Man: No. Hmm. Tell you what, call into me next week and you never know…
He seemed very conspiratorial. My friend hypothesized that this shopkeeper was going to go out and bludgeon businessmen at random until he found one with the right type of Blackberry clutched in his bloodied fingers, steal it, and then sell it on to my friend at a tidy profit.
This probably is not what happened, but I think that our version is a lot more fun than reality.
The man was not able to source one in the end, so I guess that he didn’t blackjack enough businessmen, but for a replacement charger or whatever: Simi Sim Mobiles on Aungier St.