This ageing thing, it's worrying, isn't it? We've all walked upstairs and then realised we can't remember why we went up there. We've all spent hours looking for car keys. We've all had those conversations which start with something like, "You'll never guess who I bumped into the other day, it was - oh - what's his name?"
Yesterday I reached new heights. Or depths.
Just before I left home to start a lengthy train journey I switched my i-pod on, decided against it playing randomly from all tracks, so put it on to random play and then selected Rock. I was on the first train for just under an hour then had ten minutes to change at Birmingham on to the next, longer part of the trip. All went smoothly and I was travelling along in quiet contentment, listening to my music and reading my book, in fact the whole thing seemed to go remarkably quickly.
Just as I approaching my destination I heard another track start and realised I had already heard it. Obviously the i-pod had played through all the available rock tracks and as I was close to journey's end I thought I may as well turn the music off. As I did I glanced at the i-pod's display screen and there it told me which track was being repeated. And it also told me that it was track 4 of 5.
Track 4 of 5?!!?
I had just spent three whole hours listening to the same five tracks playing over and over again and not even come close to realising. If each track is four to five minutes I must have heard each one about ten times! How can you not notice you heard the same thing less than half an hour ago? And an hour ago?
More importantly - as I don't actually consider myself to be an old man yet - just how bad is my memory going to become as the years do past?
Now - where did I put my i-pod . . . ?
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
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