Questions and Frustration.

I spent much of today getting nowhere. First I had a question of the hospital: ‘Why are you suddenly and without explanation calling me for a consultation when I’m on the list for an MRI scan?’ (Getting to the hospital is a bit of a trial at the moment so this matters.) Result: ‘No-one is available at the moment. Try again later.’ I tried again later – and again and again later and later. Result: ‘The line is busy.’

And then I had a different and unrelated question: ‘Where can I get a good quality flannel (not flannelette or brushed cotton) fitted sheet for my bed?’ I went online, because that’s the only way to do it these days now that appropriate shops and market stalls are almost non-existent. After an hour’s effort I was still no closer to getting an answer, so I gave up (for now.)

This is modern culture. I know I’m supposed to be used to it by now but I’m not. It frustrates the hell out of me.

A couple of days ago I spent half an hour typing a blog post which required the uploading of a photograph from my Pictures file. At one time they just uploaded, and then Google insisted on the blogger agreeing to have cookies installed on the blog. Eventually I gave in and allowed them. Now they have a second level of prohibition requiring me to have all cookies of Google’s choice added to all my Google products. This time I declined because it seems we need to put our foot down with a techno world which is working surreptitiously to take over the culture for their own ends. Maybe the tech firms will be the instrument by which capitalism will destroy itself through its own greed as Marx predicted. Who knows?

Meanwhile, I’m becoming right royally pissed off with the way the world has deteriorated over the past few decades. So much greed, so much self-interest, so much erosion of human values.

At the moment my main concern is another question: Would I like to meet a Nordic alien? And will I have a choice? I'm not kidding.