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I’m not sure I like the idea of being contactable 24 hours a day. In fact I’m sure I don’t like the idea at all. Lately I’ve taken to switching my phone off at 9p.m. unless I’m out. People keep saying to me I shouldn’t because they’re sending me messages in the evenings and never getting an answer from me. I always say to them, so what? You only asked what I’m doing and my answer would have been just as benign as your question. If it had been urgent you would have rang the home phone so what’s the problem? I can’t understand that really. People phone you and the first thing they ask is “where are you?” Why? It doesn’t matter where you are.
As you’ve probably guessed I’m becoming a bit disillusioned with mobile phones. They’re a pain in the rear end. I remember the day when I could sit in a restaurant enjoying my lunch in relative peace and quiet, now I sit eating my lunch with someone in the background yacking to their friend on their mobile, shouting as loud as they can phrases such as “Noooo” and “She never!”. She obviously bloody did love or your friend wouldn’t be telling you it!
It’s the same story on the bus home. I used to like having a quick nap on the bus home, but that too is a thing of the past, as I invariably get the loud mobile owner sitting beside or behind me. A couple of weeks ago I sat for an hour and a half on a bus home late in the evening listening to the guy behind me ring at least 5 or 6 different friends complaining about the Man Utd. match the night before to each one, telling the same story to each one about his night out, with the odd little extra bit of story thrown into each new version, and then when he finally did stop using his phone for chatting, he proceeded to play a game on it with the sound at full volume!
A quiet life seems to be a distant memory these days, and all thanks to the wonders of technology and our lovely mobile phones.
As you’ve probably guessed I’m becoming a bit disillusioned with mobile phones. They’re a pain in the rear end. I remember the day when I could sit in a restaurant enjoying my lunch in relative peace and quiet, now I sit eating my lunch with someone in the background yacking to their friend on their mobile, shouting as loud as they can phrases such as “Noooo” and “She never!”. She obviously bloody did love or your friend wouldn’t be telling you it!
It’s the same story on the bus home. I used to like having a quick nap on the bus home, but that too is a thing of the past, as I invariably get the loud mobile owner sitting beside or behind me. A couple of weeks ago I sat for an hour and a half on a bus home late in the evening listening to the guy behind me ring at least 5 or 6 different friends complaining about the Man Utd. match the night before to each one, telling the same story to each one about his night out, with the odd little extra bit of story thrown into each new version, and then when he finally did stop using his phone for chatting, he proceeded to play a game on it with the sound at full volume!
A quiet life seems to be a distant memory these days, and all thanks to the wonders of technology and our lovely mobile phones.
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As can I.
I think its sad that people are obsessed with sending txt messages to each other - especially when its normally cheaper to speak to each other.
And then all people seem to do is tell each other who they're sitting next to on the bus, what they can see in someone's window, and whatever other commentary they feel like spouting about their current situations.
They're handy for making arrangements, or if you need to call someone for a lift, and stuff - but the use I generally see people make out of them really is sad.
I think its sad that people are obsessed with sending txt messages to each other - especially when its normally cheaper to speak to each other.
And then all people seem to do is tell each other who they're sitting next to on the bus, what they can see in someone's window, and whatever other commentary they feel like spouting about their current situations.
They're handy for making arrangements, or if you need to call someone for a lift, and stuff - but the use I generally see people make out of them really is sad.
I can. I remember how nice and peaceful it was before it was commonplace for everyone to have one!
i can't imagine our society without mobile phones.
hehe. I would have loved to have seen that! I haven't managed to make a complete fool of myself yet, but its only a matter of time.
I seriously started talking to a man. Our conversation:
Him: Hello mate
Me: er.....hi
Him: Hows things?
etc. well I was freaked out by the whole thing and starte walking away. Looked back and saw the earpiece. Tch I'm an ejit.
Him: Hello mate
Me: er.....hi
Him: Hows things?
etc. well I was freaked out by the whole thing and starte walking away. Looked back and saw the earpiece. Tch I'm an ejit.
Lol. It does look quite strange sometimes.
What I really hate is these hands free kits. You walk down a street and a guy is semingly tallking to either himself or you. You eithe start talking back thinking it's you, or quicken your pace to get away from the nutter.
They certainly have their good points, problem is so many people seem to have lost all disregard for the people around them once they get a mobile into their hand.
Heh a whole long speech and no replies.
But yeh I agree with you kinda. But then if you look aat all the good they have done for us. I would list, but last nights lack of sleep is kicking in.
But yeh I agree with you kinda. But then if you look aat all the good they have done for us. I would list, but last nights lack of sleep is kicking in.
I’m not sure I like the idea of being contactable 24 hours a day. In fact I’m sure I don’t like the idea at all. Lately I’ve taken to switching my phone off at 9p.m. unless I’m out. People keep saying to me I shouldn’t because they’re sending me messages in the evenings and never getting an answer from me. I always say to them, so what? You only asked what I’m doing and my answer would have been just as benign as your question. If it had been urgent you would have rang the home phone so what’s the problem? I can’t understand that really. People phone you and the first thing they ask is “where are you?” Why? It doesn’t matter where you are.
As you’ve probably guessed I’m becoming a bit disillusioned with mobile phones. They’re a pain in the rear end. I remember the day when I could sit in a restaurant enjoying my lunch in relative peace and quiet, now I sit eating my lunch with someone in the background yacking to their friend on their mobile, shouting as loud as they can phrases such as “Noooo” and “She never!”. She obviously bloody did love or your friend wouldn’t be telling you it!
It’s the same story on the bus home. I used to like having a quick nap on the bus home, but that too is a thing of the past, as I invariably get the loud mobile owner sitting beside or behind me. A couple of weeks ago I sat for an hour and a half on a bus home late in the evening listening to the guy behind me ring at least 5 or 6 different friends complaining about the Man Utd. match the night before to each one, telling the same story to each one about his night out, with the odd little extra bit of story thrown into each new version, and then when he finally did stop using his phone for chatting, he proceeded to play a game on it with the sound at full volume!
A quiet life seems to be a distant memory these days, and all thanks to the wonders of technology and our lovely mobile phones.
As you’ve probably guessed I’m becoming a bit disillusioned with mobile phones. They’re a pain in the rear end. I remember the day when I could sit in a restaurant enjoying my lunch in relative peace and quiet, now I sit eating my lunch with someone in the background yacking to their friend on their mobile, shouting as loud as they can phrases such as “Noooo” and “She never!”. She obviously bloody did love or your friend wouldn’t be telling you it!
It’s the same story on the bus home. I used to like having a quick nap on the bus home, but that too is a thing of the past, as I invariably get the loud mobile owner sitting beside or behind me. A couple of weeks ago I sat for an hour and a half on a bus home late in the evening listening to the guy behind me ring at least 5 or 6 different friends complaining about the Man Utd. match the night before to each one, telling the same story to each one about his night out, with the odd little extra bit of story thrown into each new version, and then when he finally did stop using his phone for chatting, he proceeded to play a game on it with the sound at full volume!
A quiet life seems to be a distant memory these days, and all thanks to the wonders of technology and our lovely mobile phones.
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