I've been lied to and hash-tagging is for once not making me
feel better. Although clearly I am #disappointed, feeling #jaded and yet to
#makeapoint.
So here it is – in today’s world, as I bang out this blog on
my iPad, with Spotify playing on my iPhone and my Fitbit
charging on my monitor so I’m aware of every element of my life – I mean god
forbid that I don’t know the exact number of hours I slept last night #insomnia
I’m constantly reminded just how far my, and everyone’s, world has come in just
a short period of time.
We live in an age of complete social media. Friends, work
colleagues and frequently total strangers, know what we've done before we've
even had time to process it.
We've got Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter #obviously
and so many others that I won’t even continue to list them! Clearly I’ll only
make myself sound old / uncool by forgetting the latest craze that I’m not
savvy or app-tastic with!
Thing is…. with all of the gadgets. With all of the genius behind
bringing us the gadgets. What I want to know is ….. where is my hoverboard?
Marty McFly had one in the 80s and truthfully I’m starting
to feel like the ungrateful kid at Christmas! I've gadgets and apps galore, and
Silicon Valley will undoubtedly bamboozle me with more – so hard can bringing
out the hoverboard be? I mean come on!
Surely it’s also good business – well maybe this is a stretch
for my case, but still if we have any more tube strikes in London – to which
there is actually another one scheduled for 5th August, the
hoverboard could become a hot commodity!
So how is it that in an age where we’re all trying to
continually outdo each other as to being the coolest kid in school (although ironic
is not, that the kids that would never have been the coolest kids in school are
now predicting these trends!) we've been forced into using outdated modes of
transportation? I mean the Thames Clipper – really!
The only thing that kept me grounded whilst on the boat was my
ability able to pay with my contactless credit card. It reminded me that I hadn't
drifted to an era gone by – although the speed it went at someone could have
been rowing #exaggerating. I was also on WhatsApp – so no modern civilisation
hadn't departed me, but my mood wouldn't have in the doldrums if I’d rocked up
to work on my trusty hoverboard. Then, oh yeah then, I’d have embraced strike
day. Well to a certain extent.
I do also appreciate that the hoverboard may not be practical
for everyday use, particularly for winter in the UK, but I tell you now – if it’s
launched, I’ll camp out to buy one.
Hollywood gave me a dream – not to be famous, not to be rich
– well not to me personally, but it did promise that we’d get the chance to
hang off the back of a car and hover less than a foot off the ground! I mean
jaws is real right? Regardless, I’m holding onto this hoverboard dream not
matter how much sleep and exercise my Fitbit tells me I've had, no matter how
many versions of the iPhone are launched, no matter how many apps come out to fulfil
my every need in life, and whatever Google does in regards to glasses!
Some things we can let go of, as frequently as adults we
have to, but this – this dream, I’m hanging onto! I want my hoverboard #martymcfly
