Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 5 November 2016
A quick word before I go mad trying to get my iMac to talk to my iPhone and Bluetooth 250 phone numbers over. I may go mad quickly, but it could take all weekend before I admit defeat and take the phones to an Asian gentleman who will do it in a few seconds. ( 'Good luck with your contacts; my Samsung did it in two seconds without me touching anything'. Rachel, today.)
Ever wondered how 'Bluetooth' became called that? So have I - until a couple of days ago.
Unless my informant was having a laugh at my expense, in Finland - the ancestral and spiritual home of Nokia (sadly now deceased) - there lived a monarch called King (Harald) Bluetooth. ('Nokia had nothing to do with Bluetooth technology'. Rachel, today).
He was called 'Bluetooth' because (yes, you guessed it) he had blue teeth. How, I hear you ask, did he get blue teeth?
Well, he and his subjects lived in an area renowned for its abundance of Galena, the ore from which you smelt lead. I think that they made their fortune by selling lead to others who did not have the commodity to hand.
The first signs of lead poisoning are that your teeth turn blue. The next thing to happen is you go mad. So now you know if you didn't already.
The doorbell has just gone off, and the iPhone sent by Jack@ as a present for H.I. has just arrived! It's better than mine - I'm jealous! Thank you Jack@.