I don't have a mobile of my own and had one given to me at work on the insistance of my employer. I used to have to visit people at home and they said it was for safety reasons. When I returned it on retirement after several years I had made 3 calls on it and received 5 or 6. I was told I had several messages I hadn't answered and one was a couple of years old. My answer was it couldn't have been important enough to send in the first place then. My grandson who is 13 spends his entire waking life on a mobile. He used to speak to me when he was little and now he grunts. We looked after him a while back whilst his parents had a weekend in London. Casually mentioned on the Sunday evening that I wondered what time they would be getting home to pick him up. He said they texted me about an hour ago so should be here any minute. He was too busy to say so at the time of course.
I remember the days without tv Ron. Tuning in the radio on a Saturday afternoon to get the football results. That was the time that people actually spoke to each other and families went around to each other's houses and "visited" instead of reading about their lives on Facebook. Shocking thought actually visiting isn't it. Now I've got the old bus pass I go into town quite often on the bus. It facinates me what you learn of peoples lives just listening to their phone calls. They tell everyone on there their entire life stories sometimes. Nobody talks to each other on a bus anymore either. Every Mother with a sprog in a pushchair ignores the offspring in favour of their gadget even if the kid is screaming. In time kids will be born with enlarged thumbs having evolved them to fit texting.
I remember the days without tv Ron. Tuning in the radio on a Saturday afternoon to get the football results. That was the time that people actually spoke to each other and families went around to each other's houses and "visited" instead of reading about their lives on Facebook. Shocking thought actually visiting isn't it. Now I've got the old bus pass I go into town quite often on the bus. It facinates me what you learn of peoples lives just listening to their phone calls. They tell everyone on there their entire life stories sometimes. Nobody talks to each other on a bus anymore either. Every Mother with a sprog in a pushchair ignores the offspring in favour of their gadget even if the kid is screaming. In time kids will be born with enlarged thumbs having evolved them to fit texting.
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. Sunday lunch was time to switch on the wireless for Beyond Our Ken. Of course in those days we all sat to the table and ate together and meals were at set times.
. I guess I'm an old grumpy git now 