I promise that I will finish the A to Z of Facebook soon, in fact I have already scribbled most of it into my lovely suede bound cream journal but I want to tell you about my day.
Mum and Dad have been away for the last 3 months, they have been visiting the Australian Rellies. These include my brother Greg and my sister Jax. Thanks to you both for giving them such a good time x.... Anyway they flew in from Singapore yesterday, where Greg now lives. They boarded a coach at Heathrow after a good flight (there were 200 spare seats on their Quantas flight home), rang me to say they were on the coach but going straight through to Camborne which is about 35 miles from where I live in Bodmin. They usually stop off at Bodmin but they were shattered and wanted to fall over gracefully when they got home. I knew the coach was coming through Bodmin and hurriedly put together a food parcel of Bacon, Eggs, Milk, Bread etc..., filled a flask with hot tea and wrapped a bright orange pashmina around myself. I went to meet the coach, hoping that it would stop at Bodmin and stood in the icy wind, my carefully styled hair blown to bits. The lovely driver did spot me and stopped, asking if I had a Cornish Pasty about my person. I gave them a big hug and a kiss and sent them on their way. They looked tanned and exhausted but promised to see Joshy the next day.
I had a phone call from Pa at 9.30am this morning. They got home to utter chaos. The car wouldn't start, slurry was backing up into the washing machine (they live in a Barn Conversion in the wilds of Cornwall) and the house was stinking of damp with mould up the walls. I said no probs, I'll drive down and we'll get the car started and everything else will follow. I duly drove down to find that Pa had managed to start the car with a neighbour, who (thank you Elizabeth) had also cooked them a hot meal the previous evening and brought a dehumidfier for them to use.
I followed Pa to Truro to buy a new battery and to make sure that he could restart the car whilst filling up with petrol. Job done, or so I thought. We drove to my daughters in Truro and I went to park the car. Oops, small problem as my passenger side electric window refused to close. I rattled it a bit and with a huge 'thunk' it dropped neatly into the door frame. Oh Bugger! I drove back to Siany's and summoned my father. Now lets just pause for a minute and consider the fact that my 70 year old dad has flown from Oz to Singapore, spent 5 days in Singapore with my brother, experiencing a very fast five days of fun and frolics, boarded a flight to Blighty, stepped onto a coach for 7 hours, come back to domestic chaos and is now blearily considering my broken window - WIBBLE!
I drove to Staples, in the hope they may stock some clear plastic to temporarily shut the window as it was raining quite hard. Dad sat shivering in the passenger seat as I ran into the store. I found a load of Muppets discussing their love lives at Customer Services. 'Clear Plastic, nah, the computer says no'! Arrgghhhh..... I resisted the urge to throttle them and ran back to the car. Next stop was Homebase. I fully expected to find more persons similar to Kermit but found a brilliant bloke called Robin and explained my predicament. We hummed and haaa'd over a few options and then I saw a big light bulb go off above his head - PING! He dashed through the 'Staff Only' door and returned with a huge roll of cling film 'pallet wrap'. It was the cling film equivalent of the stuff you use to wrap someone up if you are an East End Gangster! He proceeded to turf a stunned Dad out of the car and between them they "clinged up" my door until it resembled a well wrapped sandwich!
I have to say here that it is not often that I come across the 'Robins' of this world. I am one of the 'Robins' and was delighted to discover another. It doesn't take a moment to help someone and have discussed this before under the heading 'Random Acts of Kindness'. Thank you Robin for your RAK, it was so appreciated when I needed a little TLC during a long day.
Back at the daughters it was decided that Dad would drive me home in his car and Mum would drive my clingy motor back to Camborne, where Dad would spend the weekend mending my window. My heroic dad then drove me back to Bodmin and set off on a dark rainy night back to Camborne. So here I am explaining it all to you but it needed a mention because how many Dads would do that? Here I am riding in to help on my little Micra White Charger and my dad, despite his exhaustion and fuddled brain has dipped deep into his reserves and become (once again) my Hero.
I am such a Lucky Girl.
Saturday 28 January 2012
Monday 23 January 2012
My A to Z of Facebook - Part One
This Blog has been a long time coming and recent changes to Facebook mean that I have to get it out of my system so here goes.... WARNING! Some of this is funny but some of it may make you squirm!
A is for Affairs of The Heart and all the angst and fall out they cause. There is actually a website called Facebook Cheating.com . According to The Telegraph, 1 in 5 affairs are conducted through Facebook. Now, I'm not going to preach to you because I was one of those statistics. I am single and he was very married. An old school friend, yeah, I know, but this was a few years back. I really thought he was a decent person. But Keith (and you are very lucky I don't mention your full name on here) was a pathological liar, shoplifter and collector of sexual diseases. He was sleeping with several women and was obviously too stupid to understand the term 'safe sex' because he managed to give his long suffering wife genital warts. Luckily I managed to extricate myself from the situation before I was exposed to any nasties. His wife likes to comment on my Blog from time to time, putting the blame firmly at my door. Blame? and you still want him love? My only regret is losing a lovely girlfriend because of his lies. If you're going to do it, then don't! It really isn't worth the fall out.
B is for Bejewelled Blitz .This is one of the most addictive games known to man and has ruined my life, it is more addictive than crack. I can give it up (she says sniffing into her sleeve), I can beat it and I CAN remain top of the leaderboard no matter what it takes! Bejewelled is something you play with your friends. In fact, I am so friendly on it that I never share points and tie my son to the bed until he gives in and sends me at least 10 lots of points via his FB account. I have also been known to withold food until he agrees!
C is for CIA or Intelligence Agencies thereof; Yes it IS true. The CIA/FBI/GCHQ/POLIS.... are all reading your posts, in fact they think it's their birthday. They love Social Networking Sites and cannot believe their luck that all this information just dropped into their laps. I have a guy on my timeline who works in Afghanistan and regularly posts his flight details and locations. Hilarious! Bet he isn't going to get promoted anytime soon. Yes! Big Brother is watching you. Now behave :)
D is for Drunk When I was a few years younger I used to phone girlfriends/exes/whoever when I had, had far to much of the Pink stuff. Then I progressed to texting, that was terrific fun and now.... Hmmm, well I think we have left the one dimensional phone/text scenario behind in favour of Social Networking.
Step One - Have far too much of the wet stuff, get bored with the crap on Telly and Log on.
Step Two - Look at all your friends profiles in a Stalkerish manner and leave inappropriate comments on their photos.
Step Three - Enter Facebook Chat at 3 a.m and talk a large load of rubbish to people you hardly know.
Step Four - Pass out and wonder, upon waking, why you are nose down on your keyboard and have 57 notifications and 18 messages in your inbox!
If you are planning a heavy night then I strongly suggest that you unplug the 'pute and disable the router!
E is for Editing Always ensure that you understand a Facebook post/comment cannot be removed. Perhaps you have just commented and made a really bad typo such as "I thought your brother was a Wanker" (replace the W with a B). Lawksamighty, you are understandedly mortified. So, it's been 20 seconds since you posted and luck has it that you have spotted your horrendous typo. 'Phew, I'll just delete it and repost' you mutter to yourself. WRONG! Every single person with a smartphone has just read your comment, in all its glory and it's only the poor saps on a PC that are wondering what the joke is about! Think! before you press that magic Enter button!
F is for Facebook The Great God Facebook has become our new religion. Some statistics for you. Facebook has over 800 million users and apparently the average user has roughly 130 friends. It's that six degrees of separation thing that fascinates me. Imagine my feelings when I managed to track down some 30 odd school friends. For those that have lived in the same town all their lives, this may be no big deal. But for me, a Donut Child (forces brat) and then an Army wife, constantly on the move, it brought a whole new dimension to my life. We all attended so many schools that I never thought I would ever see any of my friends again. Facebook has given me an enormous amount of pleasure, a smidge of grief and I think I would cry if they closed down my FB account. My father, being ex-GCHQ, shudders at the mention of FB and refuses to pose for photos if he knows I am going to post them. He is, of course, right to be wary. Social Networking is in it's infancy and only time will tell whether the information we post on our walls/timelines will be available to prospective employers/insurance companies. Note to self - Think about what you post.
G is for Girlfriends Or for that matter Friends as I already did F above! You may think that you should count all those on your wall as friends but you (and I) are sadly wrong. Many of us have subdivisions of our friends which are as follows.
a) Stalker - a person who is always on FB, has their laptop constantly by their side and comments on everything. They love to 'copy and paste' irritating messages and threaten to break your legs if you do not follow suit! This person also likes to share their entire back catalogue of fave You Tube Videos with you. You are one click away from deleting them but a perverse fascination makes you continue.
b) Friends that share nothing, only pop up once in a blue mooon and you find yourself grinding your teeth and willing them to share a bit more so you can be nosy.
c) Family members, such as older children. Only kept for their ability to curb your wild side and ensure you keep in touch with Great Aunt Batty.
d) Interesting and semi famous people who you love to have on your wall as you need the street cred they provide.
e) And finally, those that make you smile, post interesting and thoughtful comments or you fancy the pants off them and.....FB comes full circle!
Just remember if you have more 'friends' than you can count on the fingers of one hand, you are horribly deluded!
Thats it for tonight. More to follow soon.
A is for Affairs of The Heart and all the angst and fall out they cause. There is actually a website called Facebook Cheating.com . According to The Telegraph, 1 in 5 affairs are conducted through Facebook. Now, I'm not going to preach to you because I was one of those statistics. I am single and he was very married. An old school friend, yeah, I know, but this was a few years back. I really thought he was a decent person. But Keith (and you are very lucky I don't mention your full name on here) was a pathological liar, shoplifter and collector of sexual diseases. He was sleeping with several women and was obviously too stupid to understand the term 'safe sex' because he managed to give his long suffering wife genital warts. Luckily I managed to extricate myself from the situation before I was exposed to any nasties. His wife likes to comment on my Blog from time to time, putting the blame firmly at my door. Blame? and you still want him love? My only regret is losing a lovely girlfriend because of his lies. If you're going to do it, then don't! It really isn't worth the fall out.
B is for Bejewelled Blitz .This is one of the most addictive games known to man and has ruined my life, it is more addictive than crack. I can give it up (she says sniffing into her sleeve), I can beat it and I CAN remain top of the leaderboard no matter what it takes! Bejewelled is something you play with your friends. In fact, I am so friendly on it that I never share points and tie my son to the bed until he gives in and sends me at least 10 lots of points via his FB account. I have also been known to withold food until he agrees!
C is for CIA or Intelligence Agencies thereof; Yes it IS true. The CIA/FBI/GCHQ/POLIS.... are all reading your posts, in fact they think it's their birthday. They love Social Networking Sites and cannot believe their luck that all this information just dropped into their laps. I have a guy on my timeline who works in Afghanistan and regularly posts his flight details and locations. Hilarious! Bet he isn't going to get promoted anytime soon. Yes! Big Brother is watching you. Now behave :)
D is for Drunk When I was a few years younger I used to phone girlfriends/exes/whoever when I had, had far to much of the Pink stuff. Then I progressed to texting, that was terrific fun and now.... Hmmm, well I think we have left the one dimensional phone/text scenario behind in favour of Social Networking.
Step One - Have far too much of the wet stuff, get bored with the crap on Telly and Log on.
Step Two - Look at all your friends profiles in a Stalkerish manner and leave inappropriate comments on their photos.
Step Three - Enter Facebook Chat at 3 a.m and talk a large load of rubbish to people you hardly know.
Step Four - Pass out and wonder, upon waking, why you are nose down on your keyboard and have 57 notifications and 18 messages in your inbox!
If you are planning a heavy night then I strongly suggest that you unplug the 'pute and disable the router!
E is for Editing Always ensure that you understand a Facebook post/comment cannot be removed. Perhaps you have just commented and made a really bad typo such as "I thought your brother was a Wanker" (replace the W with a B). Lawksamighty, you are understandedly mortified. So, it's been 20 seconds since you posted and luck has it that you have spotted your horrendous typo. 'Phew, I'll just delete it and repost' you mutter to yourself. WRONG! Every single person with a smartphone has just read your comment, in all its glory and it's only the poor saps on a PC that are wondering what the joke is about! Think! before you press that magic Enter button!
F is for Facebook The Great God Facebook has become our new religion. Some statistics for you. Facebook has over 800 million users and apparently the average user has roughly 130 friends. It's that six degrees of separation thing that fascinates me. Imagine my feelings when I managed to track down some 30 odd school friends. For those that have lived in the same town all their lives, this may be no big deal. But for me, a Donut Child (forces brat) and then an Army wife, constantly on the move, it brought a whole new dimension to my life. We all attended so many schools that I never thought I would ever see any of my friends again. Facebook has given me an enormous amount of pleasure, a smidge of grief and I think I would cry if they closed down my FB account. My father, being ex-GCHQ, shudders at the mention of FB and refuses to pose for photos if he knows I am going to post them. He is, of course, right to be wary. Social Networking is in it's infancy and only time will tell whether the information we post on our walls/timelines will be available to prospective employers/insurance companies. Note to self - Think about what you post.
G is for Girlfriends Or for that matter Friends as I already did F above! You may think that you should count all those on your wall as friends but you (and I) are sadly wrong. Many of us have subdivisions of our friends which are as follows.
a) Stalker - a person who is always on FB, has their laptop constantly by their side and comments on everything. They love to 'copy and paste' irritating messages and threaten to break your legs if you do not follow suit! This person also likes to share their entire back catalogue of fave You Tube Videos with you. You are one click away from deleting them but a perverse fascination makes you continue.
b) Friends that share nothing, only pop up once in a blue mooon and you find yourself grinding your teeth and willing them to share a bit more so you can be nosy.
c) Family members, such as older children. Only kept for their ability to curb your wild side and ensure you keep in touch with Great Aunt Batty.
d) Interesting and semi famous people who you love to have on your wall as you need the street cred they provide.
e) And finally, those that make you smile, post interesting and thoughtful comments or you fancy the pants off them and.....FB comes full circle!
Just remember if you have more 'friends' than you can count on the fingers of one hand, you are horribly deluded!
Thats it for tonight. More to follow soon.
Saturday 14 January 2012
Surviving.
I am sticking on the book theme for tonight and deliberately avoiding the man subject. No doubt, I will explain in a later Blog. I have been reading the sequel to The Legend of Heorot. I have Blogged about this before. The sequel is called Beowulfs Children. I read the original book 20 years ago and last month read it again.
The original book is about colonising an Earth like planet that seems friendly but as the colonists discover more about the planet, it becomes apparent that they have misjudged the Ecology and have to fight for their lives when they discover a terrible monster called a Grendel, hence the Beowulf theme.
I think what entranced me about the original book was the question... If you were going to a Planet that would take you 100 years to reach, what would you take with you? What would you need to survive? Imagine a sort of Noah's Ark of the future. Every sort of plant seed, human/animal embryo, mining equipment, ad infinitum. The list went on. How would we survive if we had to start from scratch?
In our modern western world it would not take much to kill off most of us. As a bone fide Donut Child my father and I discussed this one night about 10 years ago. 'Just take out the power and most of us would be dead' said my father gleefully. I disagreed with him and said 'Nah, I know exactly what to do to survive.' He concurred that I probably could but how would I cope if I was older. So here I am, 10 years older and much wiser, about the art of survival but also much weaker, more unfit and finally realising that if the power went off I could probably survive longer than some, but not much....
Why am I fixated on this question, you ask? Well, first of all because I am a Donut Child and second because of what is happening in our lives today. The recession bites ever deeper, The Daily Mail adores scaring the pants off us with scaremonger articles and I have to admit, even that scurrilous little rag does have a point.
There is a new survivalist Middle England emerging through the financial crises. Many people are buying food and household items in bulk because they do not have any idea as to what will happen next. Garages that once housed Porches and Lamborginis are full of bottled water, baked beans and pasta. American companies who supply longlife food packs are cashing in - the cost of their foods are astronomical. One British man has sensibly decided to ignore their marketing ploys and adds two bottles of water and four cans of baked beans to his weekly shop. His attitude is that if the shit hits the fan, he will at least have something to eat. Frankly, if I had that much tinned food in my garage, I may just decide to buy a gun and seal the deal! Those of you who know me understand that I do have cupboards bursting with long life food because I have obviously watched far to many disaster movies and I have been brought up to understand that YOU are the only one you can rely on. Erm...Ray Mears also features heavily.
I suppose the big question you should ask yourself is 'If the little Western bubble that we live in did break down what would I do?' For me the answer is simple. If it was a Nuclear War then I would try and get into the centre of London, get extremely drunk and welcome that big blinding light. If it was a nasty virus/contaminated water system then I'd probably find a chemist and make sure me and mine were blissfully asleep before anything painful happened to us. Anything else? I suppose I'd try my best to survive. I'm not sure how long I would manage it though.
We all have the will to survive, it is part of who we are. The challenges that daily life throws at us are ever changing and in some way we manage to wind our way through the maze of our individual worlds and persevere. For me, I think I'll carry on with the bottled water and the pasta but ultimately the day to day thing is a lot harder than the planning for Armaggedon. Ce La Vie - Thats Life!
The original book is about colonising an Earth like planet that seems friendly but as the colonists discover more about the planet, it becomes apparent that they have misjudged the Ecology and have to fight for their lives when they discover a terrible monster called a Grendel, hence the Beowulf theme.
I think what entranced me about the original book was the question... If you were going to a Planet that would take you 100 years to reach, what would you take with you? What would you need to survive? Imagine a sort of Noah's Ark of the future. Every sort of plant seed, human/animal embryo, mining equipment, ad infinitum. The list went on. How would we survive if we had to start from scratch?
In our modern western world it would not take much to kill off most of us. As a bone fide Donut Child my father and I discussed this one night about 10 years ago. 'Just take out the power and most of us would be dead' said my father gleefully. I disagreed with him and said 'Nah, I know exactly what to do to survive.' He concurred that I probably could but how would I cope if I was older. So here I am, 10 years older and much wiser, about the art of survival but also much weaker, more unfit and finally realising that if the power went off I could probably survive longer than some, but not much....
Why am I fixated on this question, you ask? Well, first of all because I am a Donut Child and second because of what is happening in our lives today. The recession bites ever deeper, The Daily Mail adores scaring the pants off us with scaremonger articles and I have to admit, even that scurrilous little rag does have a point.
There is a new survivalist Middle England emerging through the financial crises. Many people are buying food and household items in bulk because they do not have any idea as to what will happen next. Garages that once housed Porches and Lamborginis are full of bottled water, baked beans and pasta. American companies who supply longlife food packs are cashing in - the cost of their foods are astronomical. One British man has sensibly decided to ignore their marketing ploys and adds two bottles of water and four cans of baked beans to his weekly shop. His attitude is that if the shit hits the fan, he will at least have something to eat. Frankly, if I had that much tinned food in my garage, I may just decide to buy a gun and seal the deal! Those of you who know me understand that I do have cupboards bursting with long life food because I have obviously watched far to many disaster movies and I have been brought up to understand that YOU are the only one you can rely on. Erm...Ray Mears also features heavily.
I suppose the big question you should ask yourself is 'If the little Western bubble that we live in did break down what would I do?' For me the answer is simple. If it was a Nuclear War then I would try and get into the centre of London, get extremely drunk and welcome that big blinding light. If it was a nasty virus/contaminated water system then I'd probably find a chemist and make sure me and mine were blissfully asleep before anything painful happened to us. Anything else? I suppose I'd try my best to survive. I'm not sure how long I would manage it though.
We all have the will to survive, it is part of who we are. The challenges that daily life throws at us are ever changing and in some way we manage to wind our way through the maze of our individual worlds and persevere. For me, I think I'll carry on with the bottled water and the pasta but ultimately the day to day thing is a lot harder than the planning for Armaggedon. Ce La Vie - Thats Life!
Wednesday 4 January 2012
Yin and Yang
Happy New Year to you all.
I've written this in longhand first, or scribbled should I say. I've got out of the habit of blogging and the computer silently mocks me from the corner of the room. I get so tired in the evenings so most of my important thoughts whirl around my head when I'm in my bed. Yes, yes...I know that my father thinks I am surgically attached to it, but honestly, for a variety of reasons, I have to have a few more 'Duvet Days' than most. So I thought why not go back a step? That way I can scribble away to my hearts content and snooze between sentences.
I also finally caught up with Eden Riley's Blog 'Edenland'. I hate the word AWESOME but thats what she is! I've been reading her Blog for just over a year and she is my inspiration for sticking with it. It wasn't always that way. Some of her posts were downright whiny or far too 'Mommy Blogger' for me. I think she's a bit like Adele, she writes her most impressive stuff when she's facing a challenge in her life. She really has blossomed this year and grown up as a writer, something I need to do! A'hem... What strikes me about Eden is whatever life throws her, she steadfastly Blogs through it, climbing mountains and looking down upon us mere mortals as we fail at the first fence. Eden suggested that we go back to basics, stop giving a shit about what people think and pick up a pen. That's what I did this morning. Thanks for taking the time to encourage me Eden. I wrote this entire Blog in about 20 minutes flat. Result!
From writing to another of my favourite things, reading. My children bought me Kindle for Christmas. Those that know me well understand my life long love affair with books. I could read at three, had my head in Du Maurier at nine and did the entire works of Tolkien at eleven. I love the smell, the feel of paper, the comfort of falling asleep with one upon my chest. I adore used books, scouring charity shops and happily hauling heavy loads home. Leaving books at a bus stop, in a phone box (usually with a peg upon my nose) fills me with pleasure. I linger in the Library and despite my best intentions, I buy half the books from their sale shelf and innocently wonder where I will put them all. Reading 'One Day' by David Nichols was memorable because the whole thing stank of weed - that was fun, a second hand high as well as the one provided by Mr Nicholls!
I lust after new and shiny Art and Travel books on a daily basis. So why on earth would I want a Kindle? Why? Beacause I soon realised that a Kindle would never kill my love for previously cherished books. A passion that deep would not be parted by a cold, hard, electronic box. I have to admit, even I did not realise how big that Brave New World was. Wow! It is stunning. The Kindle is super easy to use, light, warm and smooth. A Kindle does not object to me falling asleep on it or complain when I snore. It switches itself off quietly and never blinks at me with a smug 'low battery light'. I can lay in my bed and scroll happily through hundreds of delicious titles. Even the scrolling is fun. After making my choice, I press a button and Ping, there it is. Actually Kindles are quiet thoughtful souls and have never been heard to speak in public. A slight problem is that during the first week I read SIX book. For some reason I can read stuff on it faster than on paper. I have no idea why.
So there you are, high praise indeed from a technophobic luddite. There is one issue for me but I am sure they will work it out in time. I think that whoever transcribes the books does so using 'voice recognition' technology. A word of caution here Book Editors. If you are determined to Bastardise the entire English language into a 'Mid Western American Twang' then I think you will lose more readers than you gain. Please sort it out. My only other niggle is that I now sleep with far too many electronic devices to be healthy! Yin and Yang, its a weird old world as I revisit my shaky handwriting and embrace a shiny new technology.
I've written this in longhand first, or scribbled should I say. I've got out of the habit of blogging and the computer silently mocks me from the corner of the room. I get so tired in the evenings so most of my important thoughts whirl around my head when I'm in my bed. Yes, yes...I know that my father thinks I am surgically attached to it, but honestly, for a variety of reasons, I have to have a few more 'Duvet Days' than most. So I thought why not go back a step? That way I can scribble away to my hearts content and snooze between sentences.
I also finally caught up with Eden Riley's Blog 'Edenland'. I hate the word AWESOME but thats what she is! I've been reading her Blog for just over a year and she is my inspiration for sticking with it. It wasn't always that way. Some of her posts were downright whiny or far too 'Mommy Blogger' for me. I think she's a bit like Adele, she writes her most impressive stuff when she's facing a challenge in her life. She really has blossomed this year and grown up as a writer, something I need to do! A'hem... What strikes me about Eden is whatever life throws her, she steadfastly Blogs through it, climbing mountains and looking down upon us mere mortals as we fail at the first fence. Eden suggested that we go back to basics, stop giving a shit about what people think and pick up a pen. That's what I did this morning. Thanks for taking the time to encourage me Eden. I wrote this entire Blog in about 20 minutes flat. Result!
From writing to another of my favourite things, reading. My children bought me Kindle for Christmas. Those that know me well understand my life long love affair with books. I could read at three, had my head in Du Maurier at nine and did the entire works of Tolkien at eleven. I love the smell, the feel of paper, the comfort of falling asleep with one upon my chest. I adore used books, scouring charity shops and happily hauling heavy loads home. Leaving books at a bus stop, in a phone box (usually with a peg upon my nose) fills me with pleasure. I linger in the Library and despite my best intentions, I buy half the books from their sale shelf and innocently wonder where I will put them all. Reading 'One Day' by David Nichols was memorable because the whole thing stank of weed - that was fun, a second hand high as well as the one provided by Mr Nicholls!
I lust after new and shiny Art and Travel books on a daily basis. So why on earth would I want a Kindle? Why? Beacause I soon realised that a Kindle would never kill my love for previously cherished books. A passion that deep would not be parted by a cold, hard, electronic box. I have to admit, even I did not realise how big that Brave New World was. Wow! It is stunning. The Kindle is super easy to use, light, warm and smooth. A Kindle does not object to me falling asleep on it or complain when I snore. It switches itself off quietly and never blinks at me with a smug 'low battery light'. I can lay in my bed and scroll happily through hundreds of delicious titles. Even the scrolling is fun. After making my choice, I press a button and Ping, there it is. Actually Kindles are quiet thoughtful souls and have never been heard to speak in public. A slight problem is that during the first week I read SIX book. For some reason I can read stuff on it faster than on paper. I have no idea why.
So there you are, high praise indeed from a technophobic luddite. There is one issue for me but I am sure they will work it out in time. I think that whoever transcribes the books does so using 'voice recognition' technology. A word of caution here Book Editors. If you are determined to Bastardise the entire English language into a 'Mid Western American Twang' then I think you will lose more readers than you gain. Please sort it out. My only other niggle is that I now sleep with far too many electronic devices to be healthy! Yin and Yang, its a weird old world as I revisit my shaky handwriting and embrace a shiny new technology.
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