Nothing reminds me more of the times we are now living through than the 1970s. People being arrested or threatened with arrest for no known lawful reason; blacks unaccountably dying in police custody; police never being charged with anything; disabled people being abused for not being at work. None of the cashpoints that issues mini-statements was in operation down here in darkest sarf Lunnun this morning - haven't seen that happening as often as now for a good 30 years. Inside the bank I asked the member of staff for print offs, handing her my two account cards. "Do you have any proof of identity?" "Yes - there, in your hand". "No, that's no longer acceptable... a driving licence, or passport?" "No but I can tell you my postal code, the first line of my address, my date of birth and my mother's maiden name!" "Computer says no" . Actually the last I just made up. In fact she handed me a jotting pad and asked me to write my signature. This was then scanned my heart beating ever faster. It recognised me. The lovely bank machine ACTUALLY RECOGNISED ME!!! In the olden days (i.e. the 1970s) you would have had to deal with a humourless bank clone (bank clone, bank loan, geddit?). Why not by-pass the human element of any transaction? That is what makes our wonderful new age, in which we all are, together, so WONDERFUL.
A neighbour of mine came out of their flat last evening, to join me watching the amazing evening sky as the sun disappeared, catching the bubblewrap cloud and turning it gold, then pink, green, turquoise and purple. "A good thing that sunsets, at least, don't recognised national boundaries", she said. :winkeye::erm:
Originally posted by aka Calum Da Jazbo
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