A study in piss and wind
Where would we be without neoliberals, eh?
The phone line was dead again this morning. The phone apparatus itself I now down to one handpiece: one died last year, and the other one became extinct at some time during my summer absence. The oven thermostat is knackered. The dishwasher tablet dispenser doesn’t want to open any more. The cheap hand-drill I bought last March won’t recharge. In the cupboard above the cutlery draws are all the water, wine and kids’ glasses amassed over the years. Just two – made in Italy fifteen years ago – are still with us. The rest are third generation replacements. After the effort last year of pumping up my bicycle tyres twice, the ingeniously designed Chinese pump is now stuck in the “doing nothing” position. And the washing machine won’t drain after the last wash, so one has to redo the rinse and empty programme.
Things just aren’t terribly well made any more: or if they are, you need to reconfigure your mortgage to buy them. When they break down, there’s nobody on the telephone in terms of after-sales or a craftsman to talk to about it. Across the way from my nearest Intermarche, there’s a b2b technology repair shop. I took my hp printer in there and said can you fix it. Yes, he said, but it’s cheaper to buy a new one. Makes you wonder what he does to get business these days. Continue reading