NO PHONE

Two days ago I was walking down the main street where I am staying in Tottenham and was texting someone when, in incredible precision, a person dressed head to toe in black, with a motorcycle helmet on, came up from behind me, swooped in front of me and literally, and rather casually grabbed my phone out of my hand and zoomed away on what was either a motorised bicycle or very small motorbike. It was some real Mission Impossible shit. So i no longer have an iPhone AND have been locked out of my personal instagram acc as to get in they ask for a verification code sent to Mr or Mrs Mission Impossible now. I will sort out a new phone by tomorrow. But in case you are trying to contact me that is why you cannot.