Whilst resting in the local pizzeria the other evening I was accosted by a charming young waitress carrying a compact and yet elegantly designed artifact.

“Garcon”, says I, for I have been known to speak London with an astonishingly accurate accent, “Garcon, que’est que heck is this thing, pray tell?”
“Oh sir”, maid-of-honour like, she replies, as one does when addressing one’s elders in polite society nowadays, ‘Tis a Dione Xplorer Bluetooth Credit Card Payment Terminal. An’ it’s ever so nice, beggin’ your pardon.”

What more could I say, as I gallantly paid the bill with a flourish of my wirelessly transmitted but oh so secure PIN number?