This was the slogan that was supposed to deter young folk from taking drugs but figures show it proved to be a spectacular failure, so many choosing the alternative of ‘Just say yes’ instead, so I am taking the liberty of using it for my own fight against addiction.
I refer to the curse of the mobile phone.
Somebody berated me the other day for not answering my mobile and was aghast to discover that when in my own home, where each floor is equipped with what we old school types refer to as a telephone or ‘land line’I do not feel the need to carry a portable communications device around with me. And indeed, how could I, given that I am always already struggling under the weight of a tray of used crockery, a pile of ironing or a vacuum cleaner? What carefree lives do some people live that they run up and down stairs with empty hands?
This will admittedly prove useful in later life when all these youngsters are crippled with arthritis from their constant texting and gone blind from staring at a tiny screen. Mobile in one hand, guide dog in the other.
Who hasn’t travelled in a train carriage where every single person has their head bowed in prayer over their beloved device? I had lunch this week with six ladies and NOT ONCE did we find it necessary to take a photo of ourselves or our food, or text someone the good news that we were still alive, even though this is never a given at our age obviously. I actually heard that people are asking to be buried with their phones. Sweetie, not even the iPhone 7 will get through to where you’re going although on the plus side if you’re buried with one of those exploding Samsungs it will save on cremation costs.
And on a morbid front it is a FACT that more people now die on British roads from accidents caused by phone usage than by alcohol. Think about it.
My deepest disapproval is directed at women who are glued to their phones when they are with their small children. Never mind that they wander witlessly into traffic, so immersed are they, but the poor baby wouldn’t even be able to,shout for help. Probably the only language Junior has ever master is ‘Yes’, ‘No!!’ and ‘OMG!!!!!’ Just don’t come whining to me when you can’t get them to,do their homework or go to bed because they’re too busy on their tablets.
So that’s my rant for the week but let me not leave you downhearted. There is positive news but, without giving too much of a clue, I shall have to draw a veil over it for a couple of weeks.
Get off the phone readers and watch this space.