Get a grip… And I don’t mean of a handset.

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Fuck me!

It isn’t often that I agree with the Daily Mail, but people and their mobiles are one of my pet hates.

I stopped using mine altogether about 6 or 7 months ago. 

Yet I first started using mobiles when they were the size of a house brick.

Moreover, I had the same number for 16 years and as little as 5 years ago, my phone appeared to be glued to my hand.

However, I never got any where near as obsessive as some, in so much as I never creamed myself over the latest upgrade.

Most importantly, I don’t miss having a mobile in the exact same way that I don’t miss watching TV.

They are distractions and not healthy distractions at that.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I would like to see the end of mobiles.

But fuck me, they are turning people into brain dead, obsessive morons… And I’m not even talking about the radio waves giving them brain cancer.

People even use them as status symbols. Sort it out for fucks sake. 

Many a time I have been tattooing someone when their mobile has rung.  Yet without a thought for the possible consequences they have reached into their pocket to answer the fucking thing.

But, if they want wobbly fucking lines why should I give a fuck.

So, I back the checkout girl who refused to deal with a woman who was to arrogant to end her phone conversation, one hundred percent.

Get a fucking grip people.  

Mobile morons! As a checkout girl makes a stand against a customer glued to her phone, BRIAN VINER says mobiles are turning people into rude robots

By BRIAN VINER

PUBLISHED: 01:29, 4 July 2013 | UPDATED: 01:29, 4 July 2013

 

Three cheers for the unnamed woman operating the checkout at a Sainsbury’s store in South-East London, who refused to serve a female customer until she ended her mobile phone conversation.

The shopper, Jo Clarke, made a complaint against the checkout worker and was offered a £10 voucher by way of compensation, but in a sane world it would be the other way round: Miss Clarke should have apologised for the arrant rudeness of talking on her mobile while engaged in social interaction with another human being.

That seems to be the overwhelming opinion of people who’ve followed the story on the internet, and of course they are right.

Complaint and compensation: A woman operating the checkout at a Sainsbury's store in South-East London refused to serve shopper Jo Clarke (pictured) until she ended her mobile phone conversationComplaint and compensation: A woman operating the checkout at a Sainsbury’s store in South-East London refused to serve shopper Jo Clarke (pictured) until she ended her mobile phone conversation

The Sainsbury’s employee might have spoken peremptorily, and might have fibbed about it being store policy not to serve people using their mobiles.

But she should be applauded, nonetheless, especially if she starts a trend — or at least makes people stop and think about how much they gab away into their mobile phones while they have dealings with the rest of the world.

Too often I have stood behind people buying train tickets, longing for the person at the counter to tell them to put their phone down during the transaction. Maybe now they will.

Mobile phones are a boon to society in many ways, but they are also a curse, undermining not only basic good manners but also, paradoxically for a communication tool, communication itself.

 

 

Increasingly, they are making us more anti-social, more insular and more banal in what we talk and think about. You only have to look at the truncated linguistic grunts that pass for so-called ‘text speak’ to see that phones are narrowing our horizons, not widening them.

Only last week, I sat in a Hereford cafe marvelling at how the young couple at the next table were both frantically texting, seemingly oblivious to the other’s presence.

And this is not only the prerogative of the young. I have also seen an elderly man in a smart London restaurant looking mightily glum while his wife talked animatedly into her mobile for more than ten minutes.

Too often I have stood behind people buying train tickets, longing for the person at the counter to tell them to put their phone down during the transaction. Maybe now they will

The mobile phone has applied not so much a Motorola as a steamroller to what used to be the instinctive courtesy of paying attention to your companion. It is killing rather than facilitating genuine conversation.

The increasing popularity of Twitter has made the situation even more peculiar. Shortly before Wimbledon began, I interviewed the tennis player Laura Robson, who told me that she had recently been at an airport waiting for a flight to Lisbon, sitting alongside four young men who clearly recognised her. But they didn’t say anything. Instead, they all tweeted her.

‘They said, “we’re sitting next to you”, and so I decided to tweet back, “I know, feel free to say hi”. But they didn’t, so it was just awkward for the whole flight.’

Mobile phones are turning us into social retards. Why are we so collectively in thrall to the damnable things?

So in thrall, indeed, that when Peaches Geldof accidentally tipped her four-month-old baby son Astala out of her pushchair on an uneven pavement last September, she scooped the child up without relinquishing her phone, or even halting the conversation she was having.

Hands free: Even when Peaches Geldof's baby son accidentally tipped out of his pushchair last September, she seemed reluctant to hang upHands free: Even when Peaches Geldof’s baby son accidentally tipped out of his pushchair last September, she seemed reluctant to hang up

When she did finish chatting, she took to Twitter to bemoan the state of London pavements.

Happily, the baby wasn’t hurt. But plenty of people have been injured and even killed at the hands of motorists whose instinct, like Ms Geldof’s that day, is to deal with a mini-crisis while continuing to jabber on the phone.

On a country road, I’ve seen a van swerving at at least 60mph around a dead badger, and throughout the manoeuvre, dangerous even with both hands on the wheel, the driver had his mobile pressed firmly to his ear.

Tennis star: Laura Robson was at an airport, sitting alongside four young men who recognised her. But they didn't say anything. Instead, they all tweeted herTennis star: Laura Robson was at an airport, sitting alongside four young men who recognised her. But they didn’t say anything. Instead, they all tweeted her

Last month, as part of a supposed ‘crackdown’ on anti-social motoring, the fine for using a hand-held mobile while driving was increased from £60 to £100. How many more accidents will occur before it is increased to £1,000?

If only we could be educated into treating mobiles like our landline phones. At home, most of us are quite happy to let the phone ring if we’re busy or simply can’t be bothered to answer it.

Yet, if the mobile starts to trill, we go for it like Billy the Kid reaching for his gun. In some cases that might be because the novelty ringtone — another blight on modern society — is so annoying.

But on the whole it seems to stem from the insidious belief that a call on the mobile is by definition more urgent than any other kind of call.

Sometimes, in public places, I see people responding to the ring of their mobile as if it’s the most exciting thing to have happened to them all day. Perhaps it is.

In reality, though, calls to and from mobiles are more likely than not to be unutterably humdrum — or even just another call from an automated line encouraging us to claim for missold PPI insurance.

Miss Clarke, the Sainsbury’s shopper who unwittingly ignited this debate about modern manners, was calling her brother to tell him she was about to leave the store.

Stop the press! Could she not have waited until she had paid for her groceries, or even spared him the bulletin altogether?

But then, the convenience of the mobile phone is such that we are all guilty, like Miss Clarke, of making superfluous calls, sometimes merely to ease the boredom of sitting on a train, or of standing in a supermarket queue.

Trains are especially blighted. It is sometimes hard to remember how we functioned as a society before the man on the 5.45pm from Paddington was able to call his wife to say — loud enough for the rest of us to hear — that he was on the 5.45 from Paddington.

But more mind-boggling than the mundane calls are the momentous ones.

I have heard a man on a train being fired, a woman breaking the news of her own terminal illness, and a month ago, between Shrewsbury and Manchester, a woman whose loud conversation with an obviously long-term partner started cheerfully, evolved into her accusing him of favouring his children over hers, and ended with her telling him that the relationship was over.

It is at such times that I wonder whether the mobile phone has irrevocably altered the British psyche?

We used to be a rather privacy-conscious lot, and if we did make a call in public it was from the safe confines of the dear old telephone box. Now, we are happy to share our news with an entire train carriage.

And it’s only going to get worse, for the generation now reaching adulthood have owned mobile phones for almost as long as they can remember.

My own eldest child, now 20, has had a phone since the summer she turned 11.

Mobile phones are turning us into social retards. Why are we so collectively in thrall to the damnable things?

We bought it for her because she was about to start secondary school, which would entail a train journey and a 20-minute walk from the station. We wanted her to be contactable.

But I realised the pitfalls when we were on a family holiday in Cornwall that August. Instead of marvelling like the rest of us at the views from Trevose Head, she kept her head bowed over her new Nokia.

Nine years on, her iPhone sometimes seems as precious to her as life itself. When we all settle down to watch a family film together, she texts her mates throughout.

This appears to be a girl thing. Her two brothers are much less reliant on their phones. And grudgingly I put up with it. But when she’s next home I will tell her never, ever to use her mobile while being served in a shop.

Or maybe I won’t wait until I see her. She’ll be more likely to pay attention if I text her.

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