"ππ πππ πΉπππ πΈπππππ, πΆππππ½ππ πππ ππ
πππ".
I would like to take issue with Alexander Graham Bell over this statement of his.
I closed the front door, went upstairs and patiently waited for the bathroom door to open. It did not.
Plus, while I'm at it, as a co-governor of MS's 'Grumpy Old Man Club", I'd like to take issue with Mr Bell's latter-day equivalent mobile communication apparatus. This is the one that has spawned hordes of modern-day phone-hugging morons wandering the streets in what one can only assume is a perambulate form of coma that the cast members of zombie films have all been modelled on.
Why do young ladies walk around carrying two bags yet they insist on holding their mobiles in their hands at the same time? Are they all financial traders or emergency response workers so vital to the UK economy that they can't place their phone in one of their bags and await it to ring or 'ting', thus announcing the arrival of a communication from one of their fellow zombies?
One of those three-panel "Win a Million" scratchcards fell out of my newspaper this morning. Not a major or in anyway newsworthy event in itself, but I must admit my surprise. I didn't think anyone bothered with them anymore, or, to be a little more technical, I didn't think anyone was taken in by them anymore. Firstly, it actually is printed on the bottom of each panel that "Every card has a set of 3 matching symbols, 2 matching symbols and no matching symbols". Right, so you are going to 'win', half-win and not win respectively. Then, while the prize list is somewhat impressive with 1x£1m, 1x£100k, 2x£20k, 3x£10k and other things like holidays, tablet PC's city breaks all the way down to 1000 "faux" fashion watches, 1000 salon makeovers and 1000xVIP Thames cruises. Now should I be stupid enough to spend the £1.53 a minute for the 6 minute phone call to claim my prize (that's almost a tenner, for those of you without cal...
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