Attention To Detail
For many years now, I've been dying to have a digital camera. So with my birthday being two days away, and with my mum and dad not having a clue what to buy me, I made a few suggestions.
However, it is extremely dangerous to leave such a difficult decision in a minefield of technology to one's parents. So I've just spent hours and hours trying to decide if the camera I picked at the beginning because its price gave me an indication it should be pretty good for what I want. The research has been mostly fruitless, and I've changed my mind about twenty times, looking at all different models, and in the end coming back to exactly where I started because I can't be bothered investigating this any longer.
Either way, I'm sure, whatever I get, I won't like it. This is why I have always stopped myself buying a digital camera: because I know I will find something to moan about, and then I'll be lumbered with a piece of electronics costing upwards of £100, and not being happy with it. When I spend a lot of money like that, I expect to be extremely pleased with it. But because there is a conspiracy of digital camera manufacturers to baffle the consumer with billions of the important details, while simultaneously trying to convince everyone that the only figure that matters is the megapixel value, which couldn't be further from the truth, it makes the decision extremely difficult.
I don't like to be this indecisive. I reckon I hesitate to much over most things, and I end up either missing out or getting bored of thinking what the right course of action should be. But this is now getting ridiculous. So I'm just going to hope that my first choice, entirely on a whim, was a good one. Of course, the next problem is that I won't actually be able to get the camera in time for my birthday, because I'm buying it online, where it is £30 cheaper than in Argos.
The same problem has also been shown over the fact that none of us have agreed about what to do for my birthday. We were originally going to go to a restaurant - an utter rarity, but now we have left it far too late to book anything. Then we realised that my birthday is the same day as the World Cup final. So it might be better to go tomorrow instead, making it even more unlikely we're going to find a restaurant.
So it looks like it's going to be the local Two-For-One again. Oh well. Perhaps I can disguise it as a victory for not betraying my Humble Origins, remaining faithful to the working class and their fatalistic drinking establishments, just like our beloved Deputy Prime Minister John Prescott. Alistair Campbell would be proud of me.
However, it is extremely dangerous to leave such a difficult decision in a minefield of technology to one's parents. So I've just spent hours and hours trying to decide if the camera I picked at the beginning because its price gave me an indication it should be pretty good for what I want. The research has been mostly fruitless, and I've changed my mind about twenty times, looking at all different models, and in the end coming back to exactly where I started because I can't be bothered investigating this any longer.
Either way, I'm sure, whatever I get, I won't like it. This is why I have always stopped myself buying a digital camera: because I know I will find something to moan about, and then I'll be lumbered with a piece of electronics costing upwards of £100, and not being happy with it. When I spend a lot of money like that, I expect to be extremely pleased with it. But because there is a conspiracy of digital camera manufacturers to baffle the consumer with billions of the important details, while simultaneously trying to convince everyone that the only figure that matters is the megapixel value, which couldn't be further from the truth, it makes the decision extremely difficult.
I don't like to be this indecisive. I reckon I hesitate to much over most things, and I end up either missing out or getting bored of thinking what the right course of action should be. But this is now getting ridiculous. So I'm just going to hope that my first choice, entirely on a whim, was a good one. Of course, the next problem is that I won't actually be able to get the camera in time for my birthday, because I'm buying it online, where it is £30 cheaper than in Argos.
The same problem has also been shown over the fact that none of us have agreed about what to do for my birthday. We were originally going to go to a restaurant - an utter rarity, but now we have left it far too late to book anything. Then we realised that my birthday is the same day as the World Cup final. So it might be better to go tomorrow instead, making it even more unlikely we're going to find a restaurant.
So it looks like it's going to be the local Two-For-One again. Oh well. Perhaps I can disguise it as a victory for not betraying my Humble Origins, remaining faithful to the working class and their fatalistic drinking establishments, just like our beloved Deputy Prime Minister John Prescott. Alistair Campbell would be proud of me.
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