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The Problem with eSIM

For many years I’ve used the same physical, plastic SIM card and simply transferred it to any new smartphone I bought. This year was different though. Although I reset my old phone before disposing of it, I accidentally left my SIM card in it. After contacting my telecom provider’s support team the plastic SIM’s connectivity was cancelled and I was issued with a new-fangled eSIM by email. All I had to do was focus the new phone’s camera on the included QR code and as if by magic it was transferred across and my new phone began working. Forward a couple of months and I decided to upgrade my smartphone again as the screen of the new one was too small for my aging eyesight. I reset the old one and deleted the eSIM, which is a part of the resetting procedure, then tried to obtain a new eSIM from my provider as had happened before … but apparently their old system no longer worked. I had to log into my online provider account and request it there. Sadly I needed an active phone with the sam...

No More Tears

Fifty years ago, to the month, I first read the Philip K Dick novel “Flow My Tears the Policeman said.” In fact I stood up and read a couple of pages at our morning School Assembly. It was my comment about the potential scariness of a Police-State. Back then, in our final year we were expected to take turns in reading from something we felt was interesting and thought-provoking during this daily ritual. When my turn came, I read from the book. The strange thing is I’ve just re-read the story for the first time since then and can’t find the section I read that day. It’s pretty clear in my mind what the section involved and why I chose it. But it’s not there now and I have the same copy of the book. Adding to my befuddlement I also discovered that the expected redemption of the leading character, after all he goes through, never happens. Jason Tavener doesn’t change his spoiled, very unpleasant view of his fellow humans once his world is back to normal. I hadn’t remembered it this way. I...

A Rip in Reality

Well it’s some three-years since my last post here, and you will be forgiven for thinking this blog has morphed into one about the strange and inexplicable around us, rather than just the ludicrous. Today I was driving through our housing estate to get to the main road when, as I approached a necessary right-turn, I found myself driving into what looked like a huge swarm of very black bees or large insects in a vaguely ball-shaped formation about six-feet in diameter, smack-bang in front of me, windscreen height. There was no noise either, not from the insects themselves, not from them hitting the car. I was too busy trying to navigate safely and avoid parked cars to be able to examine the objects in the swarm more carefully, but when I checked my rear-view mirror there was nothing there. Not left or right either. I duly arrived at my destination and got out of the car to check for insects stuck in the radiator-grill or under the window-wipers, squashed perhaps on the wing-mirrors. Not...

Crossing the Divide

The following strangeness might be egg-and-milk for adherents of the “many-worlds” theory of Quantum Mechanics. It should also be food-for-thought for anyone else who has witnessed something strange but not spoken about it less they be ridiculed. What I will say though is what I’m about to tell you is true, not some attention-seeking Internet fakery, deep or shallow or otherwise. But for clarity it should also be pointed out that, yes, I have recently had a head injury that needed ER treatment. However a full medical didn’t throw up and further problems and from my own viewpoint I’m pretty certain I’m as sane as I ever was … I live in a housing estate built on a hill and around the corner from us, is a particular younger family. For years the husband worked in the building trade and was often away from home during the week. The wife seemed to be a full-time home-keeper with a child to look after and was often seen out and about. Then something happened. An accident? A medical trauma? I...