Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 2 November 2016
You want? You pay.
I mentioned the view from our front window a couple of posts ago, and this is it. Right now we have the Autumn colours, and soon - I hope - everything will be dusted in a white frost. Feel free to embiggen it (I just wanted to use that word again).
I just leaned out the window with the camera on my phone, but today I am due to get my first smartphone (iPhone) through the post. That one, I am told, has an 8gb camera on it.
I have put off getting any phone which is more intelligent than I am for a long time, but decided that I now actually need one. When I paid the breakdown driver the other day, he took a card payment using his phone, and I thought I could get a similar system up on one to allow for impulse purchases at H.I.'s exhibition at the end of the month. It turns out not to be that simple.
I could subscribe to a company which would send me a gadget if I subscribe for a year at a cost of £59 plus 1.95% of each transaction, but do I want to do that? I don't think so - not for one week of hoping someone will take the bait as an afterthought. So I have gone back to the obvious solution of everyone having had a smartphone for years, and also an online account with the ability to make a BACS transfer using their own phone.
I suppose I could install a contactless reader app and just steal £30 from everyone by deftly passing my phone over their back pockets. Since all of these gadgets and the software to run them were made or developed by the USA, I find it amazing that all the American tourists who come here do not have chip and pin cards to pay for things, as we have had for years. Many of them don't even know what chip and pin is, and have to swipe the cards using the magnetic strip.
It is ironic that the day my phone is due to arrive, two seperate newspapers are running a campaign to stop lorry-drivers from using their phones whilst driving. A British lorry-driver has just been sent to prison for 10 years for killing a mother and her 3 children by piling into them at 50 mph whilst reading texts and choosing music, and not actually looking at the road ahead for about 5 seconds.
One of the newspapers has a picture of a lorry-driver using both hands on his phone, with the steering wheel left to work itself!
I can assure anyone who uses the road network in Somerset that I will not be playing games or looking for Pokemons at the wheel.