I was talking to a friend who said they are trying to avoid the 21st century and was writing this reply when I thought, this subject demands a bigger audience, hence its appearance here!
I think I have almost succeeded in avoiding the 21st century especially with regard to technology where I am constantly asking someone younger to assist but an awful lot of it I only use when forced. I text on my phone with one finger, unlike the youth of today who use two thumbs.
This is not just incompetance but a desire to save the human race from loosing the opposable thumb as there is every chance that generations to come will evolve and end up with five fingers with great dexterity for typing but no use to pick up a hammer or any other heavy object which requires gripping with the hand.
I had originally written this slightly tongue in cheek as I always do but having done some research I find that the thumb is responsible for some 40% of the grip of the hand and should we lose this ability by evolving long feeble thumbs of no use except typing on a telephone where will this leave civilisation.
With no ability to pick up a spear or a rifle, how will we defend ourselves and without the ability to pick up a spade to dig the earth, how will we feed ourselves or manufacture anything or even something as basic as banging a nail into a wall to hang a picture. Obviously, future generations will have the ability to text a tradesman to come and do the job for them but if everyone has adopted the two thumb method none of them will be able to grip anything heavy.
So, I say to the youth of today, stop using your thumbs to text on your phone and revert to the tried and tested method used by anyone over 50 one finger is enough, it may be slow but it could be the saving of humanity and future generations will thank you for your sacrifice.
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
Just how did we get to year 26 of this century of unconscionable values, and how can 1976 be 50 years ago? I demand a recount!
Yes, it’s hard to believe, it nfeels like only yesterday I was a mere slip of a lad, now I’m firmly in the old codgers camp!