Wednesday, 13 October 2010

An email from Grumpy

I wanted to buy a cover for my iPad and then Grumpy emailed me...

Really...do you NEED a cover or is it just some one putting stuff out their telling iPad owners that they need it? If you buy a cover and drop the ipad and it f$%ks up, who due you bitch at? The cover company or ipad? Both will blame each other. Only way to be sure is to buy an apple ipad cover and then if it f$%ks up, apple are the only company to blame.


Give me back the good old days before all this electronic crap where everything has to be wrapped in cotton wool all the time. My old Canon SLR A1 camera I never had a case for. It was dropped and bashed numerous times and it still works perfectly and my mother still uses the same vacuum cleaner she bought forty years ago.


I replied...


Those days you talking about are long over.

Items were made to last at least two generations. Love and care were the tools for keeping these gizmos running. Proper regular cleaning and improvisation from the owners meant a lot. In the other house I still have the two headed Philipshaver I filched from the old man when I left the house forever. It still works and when I went to Amsterdam in 1992 I got me blades too. Imagine a more than 50 years old machine like that and case is still very much alive.


The 1980s f$%ked them all. People can't even change a light bulb let alone maintain a f$%king vacuum cleaner anymore ...

I used to fiddle with my cars engines twice a year, take all plugs out, wash and wire brush them. Measure the gaps perfectly, even if went to a car thief in the suburbs of Paris or Barcelona could winch out the whole f$%king engine and play with the pistons and valves, wash the engine with petrol and hose the woke f$%king mess down. Next day after a night out with the boyz where the conversation wasn't pussy but cars and guns while guzzling wine or beer or whatever the mood was, reinstall the engine, fill up the new engine oil, thicker for Winters, thinner for Summers. I liked BP or Mobile and break reddish oil plus after cleaning the radiator and fill it up with fluid a mixture inspired by coming weather, the chevy or the VW Variant, combi VW van or beetle purred in gratitude and off I went. Tyres were sometimes recapped but as finances went up so I spent money in good tires and have a guy caliber them.

YES , those were the days. Sharpen your own knives, wax your own boots after spit polishing them while watching TV sitting on the floor with old news papers around me. I loved those smells and often even shined the flame of the moment shoes too. Ironing too I loved it. Now most of the crap sold will stretch and / or shrink if you give them a good ironing let alone starch them.

Yep them days are all gone forever and I wish I did play more with the gizmos. Can't touch the f$%king Alphard Engine except checking oil and that's about it. F$%king computerized toy.


Toyota, like Mac, offers you a three to five year checking guarantee and come by every three months, haul the rig somewhere you got no idea about, fake out the check ups, pats you on your head and stamps a OK in the note book. I got the rig though personal connections but registered it on my local Toyota AliBaba thieves den to keep it Kosher per se.


The iPad , nobody brain washed me to get a tough case. I simply want to keep it long and don't intend to buy another gizmo for ages. Gotta learn the good points of what I got.

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