Tuesday 29 September 2009

THE COST OF GETTING CHARGED !

In the wonderful hi-tech world we now find ourselves dumped in, some people would say we have been blessed with things like mobile phones ,Blackberry , personal computers, computer games, electric razors even. Myself being a boring old fart i think its all one giant portable electronic pain in the arse. And i'm fairly sure there a whole range of portable electrical items speciffically designed for use on ,in and up various parts n' points of the body. The thing that unites all these wonders of science and communication,texting, games, playing music , stimulating body bits and removing bodily hair off hairy bodily bits.....Is quite simply that they all need to be recharged. Whereas once it was all down to the good ol' battery, nowadays we have what was one a housebrick sized electric box called a transformer to supply DC current to our boyhood SCALECTRIC racing cars.
These are now simply small plastic things called chargers. "Where's me phone charger/MP3 charger/Shaver charger",etc, etc. Heres where the technological hiccup is located. Every single item that has to be recharged has a different connection, requiring a different plug (2 or 3 pin, square or round). Then theres the other end, the jack plug which has an infinitly larger array of shapes, sizes, shapes, width, lengths, etc, etc,.......I wanted to recharge my razor ,opened the drawer and was stunned by a mass of chargers and miles of cable all attached to a different jack plug. I just said "F**K That!" And went back to the good ol' 'wet shave'. I only have to use my phone once every so often as i hardly use the bloody thing for calls,and also as i'm incapable of texting, and quite frankly just don't see the point. But as wherever i go ,everybody is clattering away texting, even if they are sitting with their friends or beloved, i admit it must be that i've missed something. But that wouldn't be the first time.


As i was typing this garbage i remembered watching a documentary about the SHAOLIN priests. They were swinging these ropes with blades attached all around their body,under their feet and bouncing off their back like a rap dancer body popping, or whatever as the cable went under them, very odd, but no doubt very effective. But as we're not allowed to wander around with knives and sharp things, so i believe. Maybe its time to adapt, so the shaolin could be deadly with a mobile charger or ladysoft leg razor recharger.

9 comments:

Thud said...

My wife informed me today much to my horror that I had used 66 mins on my phone last month...bloody blabbermouth.

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Get the right charger out, lad she doesn't understand that it's 66 minutes of important stuff, not the idle chit chat n' gossip n' all that girly stuff that would take up twice the phone time..There y'go, young Jamie yer uncle Tim's pulled you out of trouble again!

Cathy said...

I use my mobile phone mainly as an alarm clock - makes an 'orrible noise that even I can't sleep through. That's the only thing I own that needs recharging. I agree totally that all this stuff is a pain in the Janus. I've got blackberries growing in my hedge. They've never needed recharging - and that's the way it's going to stay!

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

If i need to can i E-mail your hedge?
Oooherr, missus!
Tim xxx

Hypervox said...

Oh, tell me about it.

As I sit here at my work desk, surrounded by computers (I work in IT for my copious sins) I'm surrounded by at least 10 chargers, all in use. At home, I've got a four way socket on my landing whose SOLE PURPOSE is to be a home for our various mobile phone chargers (one for each person in our house (5), plus DS chargers (2 kinds), chargers for spare phones (in case someone needs the spare phobe, because they forgot to charge their own phine, because they couldn't find the charger....)

Being around all this electrical energy can't be good for us.

Yours, Statticus Bollux

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Dear Statticus
Everybody in your house must be frizzy-haired and wide eyed with all the static charge pervading the house. It must be great fun in a thunder storm. Now you watch you don't trip on those cables, your not as young as you were y'know.
Young at heart, old of liver Tim

Thud said...

Tim..I did intend to meet up but your email went west when my pooter snuffed it...email my good man asap.

Cathy said...

Darlingest Tim of mine ... feel free to email my hedge any time you like. The man from next door trimmed it ever so neatly last week, so be warned - it's not as wild and wayward as it used to be. Still got the blackberries, though, so it's worth keeping in touch with it.

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Oh ,excuse me as i remove an emotional tear, your a wonderful person, even with a neatly trimmed hedge i know. Let me know when your wild n' wayward again ,i'll hack through for blackberries, that'll bring tears to your eyes.Lynnes just read this and informed me that she's "not a violent women,but..." i didn't catch the rest as she's stabbed me 472 times in the chest...She's got a dirty mind if you ask me.Me n 'me little perforations wiil keep in touch with your hedge, of course you wild wayward thing, you
Perforated Tim xxx