There are product launches, and then there is whatever Samsung staged at Old Billingsgate on a July evening in London. The old fish market by the Thames had been reorchestrated into a set piece from a Bond film - part Dr No's lair, part Q Branch on open evening, all vaulted gloom, spot-lit plinths and prototypes gleaming under glass. The gadget count matched the dressing: three foldables, the Galaxy Watch Ultra2, the Watch9 series and a first proper look at Samsung's Intelligent Eyewear. Six launches deep, walking that floor felt like being a kid in a candy shop where the candy shoots 8K video.My twenty supervised minutes went to the headliner, the Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 8 Ultra, with a handler hovering nearby like a museum guard watching a man breathe too close to a Monet. I have spent longer choosing a sandwich. I walked in carrying a decade of foldable opinions, a healthy suspicion of demo lighting, and the specific scepticism a man develops after seven generations of creases. I walked out saying the thing I came prepared to resist: this is the foldable, finished. Possibly. Ask me again after the full review.About The AuthorAt heart, I am a storyteller drawn to the watershed moments that bend the technology landscape. I braid narrative with data, humanise statistics, and trace the arc from first spark to world-changing impact. My reportage, features and reviews are witty, sardonic, visual and vivid, using anecdote to illuminate rather than eviscerate.