Hands up, and use your phone, honey!

For those who see both blogs, this for once, is the more serious one! I know, but no disrespect, but I think the whole Clara Johnson past life thing probably works better with the audience over there. If you think otherwise, let me know, OK?

Sometime back in the 1980’s, the first mobile phones were released to the public. They weighed roughly as much as a brick, similarly sized, and the battery life was measured in terms of a few hours. Nowadays, some are so tiny, the battery lasts forever, and have computing powers way ahead of what my computer had less than 20 years ago!

I’ll admit it, guilty, a couple of years after they first came out, and prices had just descended from crazy levels, I bought one for myself. No, I never used it a lot, but it had times when it was handy. I owned a couple more until about the turn of the century, when my phone was a lot smaller, I reached a point where owning one became a pointless exercise. I think I could did get another, for a few years in the mid 2000’s, but eventually I never needed to use it, the credit ran out, then the sim expired, and I never bothered again. So I would guess the last time I had a working mobile phone in the UK would be about 2009, or 2010. I have had a US one for a few years, that I use when away over there, sometimes (never got topped up last time), but that has been it.

But now, for reasons of wisdom, I’m the owner of a UK phone again. Not because I feel the sudden need to inanely chat to, or text people, but because of health issues, and related security. Yes, the ‘ancient old lady’ needs to be able to contact people, in case of emergency, so its probably a wise move. Like my US one, its thankfully a very basic model, this one with nice big buttons, for my poor arthritic fingers, nothing very smart, just like me! 😛

I think its fair to say that the chance of me ever sending 500 texts in a month, or talking for 150 minutes in same period is almost certainly nil! The latter might get more use than the former, but even so…but at least I’ve now got one, should I need it. But no, unlike some, I have no desire to talk on it the whole length of a journey from Huddersfield, to Bradford, by bus, and yes, I’ve seen that numerous times, eek!

OK, video time. I suspect that if Clara Johnson had been a dancer in the 1970’s, and 80’s, she might have been doing something like this. Before you say these outfits are skimpy, its positively puritan compared to some I’ve seen her wearing in pictures! Oh fine, I probably dreamed of doing this when I was young!

 

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