Mobile Addiction

Still addicted to books here, but the mobile addiction in buses and trains is getting worse.

I've been travelling a bit over the past fortnight, and things were properly barmy.

Where I'm parked, it's forbidden to use mobiles in train carriages; if someone wants to use their phone to call someone, they must leave the carriage and use the space between two of them. Pretty simple - and pretty civil.

On the first train I took, almost every passenger had a phone. Most were listening to music or texting, but... a group of unionists on their way back from a demonstration were phoning left and right - and were quite loud, too. They were so annoying that a late teen left the carriage twice in order not to blow a fuse. For once, I didn't give a fig, but the fact that it was men in their fifties behaving like Klingons was odd.

There's really something weird about people and their relationships to their mobiles because, on another train, I had to deal with someone who was absolutely charming, but couldn't help phoning home every half hour in order to argue with various relatives.

Yes, mobiles are useful (and shinyyyyyyyy toys), but when someone's glued to it to the point of ignoring the world around, there's a problem.

Oh, and my adorable brother sent me this: 

The quote is a fake (I know), but I fear there's something true about it when it comes to some (not all, Merlin be praised!) bipeds.

We're probably doomed though... or we're heading towards a massive dose of Darwinism with sheeple getting brain damage (or death!) as they hold their mobiles, but not any bar on the bus or in the tube, as they keep reading their texts on the street (the next one to walk towards me without looking ahead shall be yelled at - in order to warn it that I'm there, of course), or as they drive and phone or text or whatever.