Bloody Mobiles.

I was in the SPAR shop last night and was just paying for my purchase at the counter when my mobile phone rang. It was quite an important call and I had no complaint about taking it but it is amazing the amount of times that your mobile can remain quiet until you are in the middle of doing something and the phone either rings or you get a text message. How did we ever cope in the days before mobiles. Remember the good old days when instant communication was through the Telegraph boys on their bikes or by queuing up at the local telephone box to fight for control of the receiver with the local teenagers who were in the proccess of making obscene calls to some girl at a telephone box in the next village, Whilst I recognise the useful nature of mobiles I also have some sympathy with someone of our aquaintence who refuses to rake his mobile phone to the pub as he likes to have a degree of uncontactibility in his leisure hours. I dont doubt that in the future people will look back in nostalgia to the good old days of the mobile from a position where the communications devices of the future are wired inbto your brains at birth and you even get subliminal messages whilst asleep but such days have not been reached yet.

All that being said however, the one thing worse then getting phone messages at awkward times is not getting any at all. You get serious withdrawal symptoms when that text messaging bleep does not through at some time in the day or your ringtone remains silent. Messages from the outside world at least prove to us that we are still alive.