Walkie Talkies!

(This blog was originally written on Myspace)

Do you remember, as a child, the sheer joy and excitement at the THOUGHT of owning a pair of walkie talkies? I’d spend hours staring at them in a catalogue imagining the fun and adventures I’d get up to. Somehow they’d be used in the rescue of a puppy that’d fallen down a well, or they’d help foil a criminal involved in a heinous act, and at the end of the day, I’d let my best friend take one home, so when we went to bed we could stay up all night chatting. Obviously, when I got them (and I did get them, and everything else I wanted because I was, and continue to be, spoiled rotten) they didn’t quite reach my lofty expectations. Their limited range meant they were impractical for anything other than talking to your mate standing on the other side of the road, or chatting to someone in the next room. It wasn’t aboot that, though. It was aboot the DREAM.

The kids of today don’t have that. They dream of mobile phones, being slave to the beckon call of Crazy Frog, and sending text after text of incomprehensible gibberish to friends all over the world. They will never know what it is to dream of the walkie and the talkie. I feel sorry for them…

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