Txt me, 2 bizi 2 chat

Look, I'm a tolerant driver. If you drive pink and vintage, you have to be. But that doesn't mean I'm a patsy. Doesn't mean because some pushy female in a black people carrier overtakes on my side that I'm going to back uphill so she can get by. Ain't happenin' lady. Luckily, not only is my car eccentric, but I'm good at assuming a ''mad oldie with unsuitable hair who might have attack zimmer frame in boot'' expression. Good. Got that out of my system. We move on.

If you are reading this, it is entirely courtesy of BlogTec Man. Yesterday, I lost all my toolbar widgets, not a nice thing to happen to a pensioner with a bad cake habit. So, in some trepidation, I went into the Blogger forum and asked for help. Which I got. And this morning, I downloaded something called Chrome. Slightly tense moment when I clicked on 'apply', and the screen went completely blank. Wondered fleetingly if that's what God felt when He installed the 'Create World App' on the eternal computer in the sky, and pressed the 'download now' button.

So to the title of this blog. It appears that we are now sending more texts than we are making calls. We are Tweeting more than actually talking face to face.We prefer to do short and vowel-less rather than long and chatty. I am appalled. What is civilization reducing itself to? Long chatty conversations are the lifeblood of friendship. You can't get to know someone unless you spend time talking. Texting is not talking. (Unless you're one of my students, when it sooo is). How long will it be before we get 'txtd bks'? Save us having to read the whole thing, we can just flick through the reduced version. P&P bi Jn Astn. 

The next step will be the losing of all vocal communication. We will just grunt at each other in a primal manner. And move into caves. Until that occurs, though, I will continue to chat on buses  and in the street. I will also talk to complete strangers, and to the elderly.You have been warned!