Why is the writing of signs, information, and notifications so difficult? Was it always like this, or is it something that has just cropped up in recent years?
And yes, I know I have mentioned this topic before, but having done so it seems that a significant number of people who use the Admiral Storage Facility have decided that any sign or notification that they see, which is the slightest bit quirky, should be drawn to my attention at once, if not before.
Thus it is that this week I’ve been told about a man in Australia who has been fined for selling faulty solar systems, according to an article in Herald Sun. It seems that the law agencies felt that the crime was worthy of a fine of A$15,000.
Now, I may have missed something here but it seems to me that a faulty solar system is a rather dangerous concept. I mean, as a result there must be a chance of Jupiter colliding with the asteroid belt, and then as a result showering fragments of would-be planets into the earth’s atmosphere.
Worse, Pluto, now officially a non-planet might get it into its little head to take revenge on this down-grading and leave the icy wastes at the edge of the solar system and head straight for the manufacturer.
I truly hope that the fine, which Google tells me is currently equivalent to £8031.67, is increased at once, to placate all offended life forms, no matter where they reside.
Meanwhile in Asda it seems that one can find cans of shaving cream with the helpful phrase “Solvent abuse can kill instantly” on the side in big letters. Which is all very good.
Except that (according to my informant) below that it says, “Try me Love me” which I presume is the name of the concoction inside (and which I find disturbing in relation to the “can kill instantly” notice above).
And below that it says “We’ll refund and replace if you are not 100% happy.”
I am not sure that a juxtaposition of these three sets of instructions like this really does carry the sort of gravitas that we might be looking for on such a dangerous object.
But confusion is, I fear, the order of the day. I have personally always found smart phones and iphones inherently confusing and am currently struggling to work out how to delete apps from my Samsung, following an instruction to the effect that my phone has now run out of memory. It seems, however, that there is no way of doing what I want.
Which is depressing, or at least would be, were it not for the fact that iPhones these days come with a note saying that they can operate between 0 degrees and 35 degrees centigrade.
It then helpfully points out that the temperatures around which it cannot operate are minus 20 degrees centigrade to 45 degrees centigrade.
Now when I was at school the temperatures of 0 (the freezing point of water as I recall) to 35 (very very hot) was included within the temperature range of minus 20 degrees (put on every bit of clothing you can find, do not try to go out of the house, stay by the fire and wait for rescue) up to 45 degrees (well, if we got there none of us would know about it so best not to worry).
But seemingly not. Mind you I have always felt that most mobile phones exist in another reality from the one I am in. Each week I am called four or five times and told that I was involved in an accident that wasn’t my fault and that I can claim compensation (it isn’t true, I wasn’t) and that following my purchase of 50 cases of fine wines last year there’s another shipment available if I would care to indulge (which I didn’t and I don’t).
Either the world has gone mad, or the number of con men with mobile phones is on the rise. I can’t quite decide which.