Sunday, 21 November 2010
Once again I commend you to read Dailyg's blog and the post "The Importance of the Question of Free Will."with its link to Adam Curtis's blog.
The questions raised, and the avenues explored, are best considered with a stiff drink to hand and when one is in a strong frame of mind. For me, at 16:38 on a dark winter's afternoon the ominous, threatening shades that rose up as I learnt more about how we may be manipulated and how those clever men in Whitehall, for all the best of intentions, view us as cyphers on which to impress their views and wills, were enough to drive me to drink.
I found that a glass or two of a cheeky French Cab Sav worked wonders producing, in double quick time, a sense of annoyance, outrage and a satisfying "up yours, Cameron" attitude which I attribute to the yeoman stock of my mother's ancestors.
However, a little reflection showed clearly that I was indeed a blank sheet on which my masters can write as they will.
Fact One. I bought a hugely expensive phone, attached to which was an extravagantly priced mobile tariff. The phone was my Pavlovian response to an ad on the web. Before I knew it and before I could put my tongue back into my mouth I'd signed up for 18 months of almost unlimited minutes and texts. Every month I receive my on line bill I regret that need for instant gratification and I've still 6 months to go!!!
Fact Two: Two years ago I bought a note book from Peter Jones in Sloane Square, Chelsea. The store and location is vitally important. Because once I step into that shop I become a different person. I am no longer the ex middle ranking civil servant living on a modest pension, but some Arabian potentate or Belgravian sophisticate with acres of notes to splash around.
The excitement was overpowering as the assistant helpfully grabbed my credit card and indicated that I'd joined a select bred of edgy movers and shakers instantly connected to all that was cool and happening.
I have used it once in Costa Coffee before they discontinued their free wi-fi in Loughton, Essex. It sits in the second bedroom, with its manual and case, a constant reminder of my sucker personality so beloved of tyrants everywhere.
Fact Three: I bought a DAB radio for the car in Marks and Spencers. We went there to buy a pair of comfortable shoes for Christ's sake. But no; this little gem twinkled and I handed over my card and thought what a great buy 'cause we love BBC 7 and that only broadcasts on digital. I had a soft focus vision of us laughing merrily as we pulled up at a set of traffic lights, other drivers bemused by our goodnaturedness.
Unfortunately, shortly after I purchased the thing, I saw a notice warning car owners that thieves were targeting cars with sat navs: and a DAB car radio has the same characteristics as a sat nav. So I thought if I fix this gadget in, I'll have to remove every time I left the car and replace when I returned . Having at long last opened the box which contained the blessed thing - after six month - I decided that there were so many wires and bits and bobs that the car would look a mess if the thing was installed. Anyone fancy dabbing their toes?
Fact Four: The killer fact. I bought a new frost free, integrated fridge freezer - see here for details. True our existing fridge was prehistoric and held more ice than food, but the new fridge freezer didn't have to be so high tech, high spec, high end and cool!
I was sucked in by the spiel, and I was so clever. I got myself a new credit card with 12 month's interest free credit. The frost freezer is so fabulous, it's a technological marvel.
Except it cost so much that we can't afford to put food in it and each month I have to shovel spade loads of cash into the new credit card so I don't end up paying interest at the end of 12 months.
Am I a pigeon or what!