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The Times They Are A Changing
My parents owned records by Max Boyce and we holidayed in North Wales with my Dad’s rugby team – but not once did they mention leeches while I saw them collapse around a campfire in a field strewn with empty Watney’s Party Seven tins. You’d have thought an industry providing 42 million leeches a year to the UK market would be something to crow about? You know, like the low incidence of cholera in Wales in the 19th century?
Wheels revolve, needs change and the inexorable crushing foot of progress tramples on us all.
You will have seen from the website that Cotton Bacon is now on sale. Not just that, a new form of nickel is here too – not only is Stealthvape probably the only vendor in the world stocking tempered nickel round wire, the product line has been augmented by tempered nickel ribbon.
More options for coils and wicks; advances, developments…change. I love shopping online, I can get what I want without ending up with pockets full of coins – I’m like that, I hate change.
I think it’s an age thing. I think you get to a point in your life where you want to say ‘alright, I’ve learnt lots of stuff and most of it has proven to be useless (especially the bits about celebrities, fashion and pastry making).‘ I think that is what lies behind the elder generation pining for the old days when you couldn’t move in your street for the police. A bit like living in the Notting Hill Carnival without the drugs, violence and annoying dancing.
I know I should ‘get it’. I appreciate that everyone who has adopted nickel coils goes on about how great it all is – it just makes me feel like when my Grandad was shown how to bodypop. I end up feeling awkward, uncoordinated and that the world is laughing at me. Again.
Louder.
It’s a desire for simplicity that has drawn me strongly to stainless steel and taken me away from the brass and copper that I adore. If there were a Facebook quiz analysing your responses to predict your favourite colour then mine would be a freshly polished copper hue. Although, saying that, given the abysmal record of Facebook quizzes to get the right answer that possibly isn’t a given. I mean to say, how the Hell am I ever “Sansa Stark, first daughter and second child of Eddard and Catelyn Stark”? Stupid Facebook quizzes.
It’s a quest for simplicity in the sense that as much as I love the look of freshly polished brass and copper – I loathe spending time doing it. Once upon a time I enjoyed it, the process was cathartic…but once upon a time I did many things I thought I enjoyed (like Facebook quizzes) before discovering the time could be better used to daydream, fiddle and any of a number of other forms of procrastination.
Wheels revolve, needs change and the inexorable crushing foot of progress tramples on us all.
Leeches have returned: Wales once more provides the three-jawed, 300-teethed mini monsters to a medical market. Maybe this means I can skip the revolutions in the vape world and just pick them up next time around.
