A line that I remember well from childhood times spent staring at my shoes in shame is “if they told you to put your head in the oven would you do that?” Did we stop saying that or have we forgotten it? It seems that my generation and the ones before me have forgotten the principle. The reason for my theory is simply demonstrated in Facebook. I have been told this week that if I am having a heart attack that I can cough my way out of it. I have learnt that bottled water if left in a warm car becomes liquid cancer. I have been told that there are secret codes on my cell and at the ATM, worse still scammers are using one of these codes to take money from me. I have been warned of so many scams that I am taking the safe route and switching all of my phones off.
All of this information is put up by people who are well-meaning. It seems that the ease of sharing overcomes any desire to verify the information, after all forewarned is forearmed isn’t it? There is no truth in any of the claims that I have seen this week or indeed over time. A simple internet search reveals that ‘Danny missing 2 years, together we can find him’ originated as a means of harvesting contact details. Warm water won’t kill you and the chemical alleged to be leached out of the bottle isn’t in it to start with. It is all garbage, supported by innocent forwarding or sharing but it could have unpleasant consequences. The coughing example can actually kill you, that simple advice could cost lives. The best advice for heart attacks, apart from getting to hospital, is actually a crushed aspirin in the mouth incidentally.
It seems to be only the older generations that are caught in this trap of sharing warnings. This makes me wonder if it’s actually some sort of natural selection type culling. The very people sharing this junk are the ones that are most likely to believe it, after all it is in writing. Has some government department started creating these rumours to cut down the population and reduce health care bills? Perhaps this is a government department working against the zombie planners, they are reducing the food source for future zombies, after all the old go first.
In other news it looks like I have beaten righty into submission, the evidence is in the bed linen. Almost dry through the night now, which sounds oddly like I am talking about a baby. Lefty has been subdued and seems to have accepted again that the exercise regime is here to stay. The dodgy knee is now complaining, not sure how you can get a limp from press-ups but hey, it will learn.
I think I owe my friend Andrew a thank you this weekend. Sometimes when your life is on hold you start to lose sight of the end goal that once seemed so clear. I read the Publican with less interest every week and am almost scared of the property pages in case I see a gem. The opportunity to talk business with Andrew allows me to remember the passion that I have for the trade and refuels the fire. It may only be vicarious involvement at the moment but I have no doubt that my time will come. There is something about the licensed trade that gets hold of some people, for those it bites there is no escape. I look forward to holding my pub keys, I am nearly 40 so this delay is not really significant in the great scheme of things. Thank you mate for sharing the smiles.