On the
Phone to Happy Memories ©
By
Michael
Casey
When you
are on the phone you are in another world, it’s fun and you are connected, with
your mum watching the second hand of the clock, because she cannot afford the
phone bill. This was years ago, before mobile phones and plans and data. Or
when I first visited Shanghai maybe 20 years ago ago and I rung my sister in
England to wish her Happy Birthday and she was still in bed, the time difference
is 7 or 8 hours depending on Season, so the cost was massive. Now phone calls
are cheaper and the world is united via the phone, you can even transfer money
via your phone.
So that’s
one phone call and I can remember being told I could have an extra 60 seconds
on the phone to Birmingham from Shanghai, now of course everybody has Apps. You
have to run when the phone rings, you must answer it, nobody had answer machines.
Always answer the phone, though I can remember my boss Mike Whale saying don’t
answer the phone, it was for dial in on the computer, was that 40 years ago?
Then at home you get an answer machine, but you can’t get it to work. So,
people say I rung and left a message, they should have tied a note to a bar of
chocolate and pushed it through the letter box, now chocolate does get my attention,
especially Crunchie bars. Why can’t we have a 3D printer that is attached to
the phone and makes chocolate bars, instead of leaving messages that can’t
hear, because you have failed to master the answer machine.
You can
elaborate on that thought for yourselves, all manner of stuff on your 3D
answering machine. A bar of chocolate comes from the boss when he wants you to
work the extra shift, a rose from your mum, and tiny wearable plastic bags come
from our Lover. Avez vous des plastiques? Is actually French slang, should you
ever need it whilst on holiday in la gai Paris. Though I seem to remember when
I was in Paris on Valentines Day 1998, machines pour les plastic ete attache a
la mur dans la rue. If I can find my Paris story I’ll post it, it’s about Food
Poisoning, yes such happy memories.
We used
to play games on the internal phones at work, making heavy breathing phone
calls to the girls at the other end of the building. Our building was 200
metres long, on 3rd floor in 3 buildings in fact. Then one fine day
we moved to having all of us in one building, up and down like regular people.
Though the company was remarkable, a true Company of Friends. We had a proper
phone system installed too, remember 42 years ago, the phone systems were not all
Huawei then, at the time all grey dial phones.
What
about nowadays? You all have fancy phones in your pockets. Or in my case you inherit
your daughters’ old phones. You may have
started on a basis phone then the brick Nokia style, then you
end up iphones. Not me though. Another thing is that the phone starts as a phone
and Gee Wiz it has a FM radio on, then a basic camera is added. Finally, the
phone is really a camera, a very fancy camera and video recorder, and radio too.
Then as internet has arrived it became a computer which fits in the palm of
your hand.
Why
people spend more than 100 quid on a phone I’ll never know, the spec is getting
better and better. Sound and picture quality as well as internet access. Though
for me it’s the sound quality that matters most, so I can hear my music. You
can have a chip inside that’ll have your entire music collection on it, and there
are music streaming services too. Or get a cheap and very high quality Bluetooth
speaker, what more do you need? Then you can ring your mate and sound like the
Vultures in the Jungle Book, what are you gonna do? I don’t know what are we
gonna do. This goes around in circles of your free WhatsApp, before you decide
to meet at the off licence, where you buy a few cans of Stella, before heading
for the swings in the park. Then with your music playing from your phone you
are a couple of swingers getting drunk on Stella.
This is
the extent of technology, if you watch 1950s black and white films, people used
to come in the back way steal a slice of toast before their mate would follow
him out the door, after borrowing 10 shillings from his mom. I can
actually remember a 10 shillings note,
it was brown, I got one from Fr. Gallcius in the 1960s after having served a Wedding
Mass as an altar boy, he was teasing me in the Middle room of our house, I think
he’d given us all a lift home. I bought a compendium of games with the money, from
Radfords on the Dudley Rd, where Lidl now sits. Sadly, he died of Leukaemia, I can
remember his funeral and how his coffin was raised high in the church.
All
these memories arrive when one link leads to another, and no doubt Fr. Gallcius
would smile because I remember him. He used to have plastic rats in his pocket
and frighten the mothers in the school yard behind the church. This was 1960s
before, reality bit in all our lives. Fr Gallcius would also no doubt tell us
to remember the Rosary, put away our phones and say the Rosary.
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