by DannyUK

Sitting in Costa, even employing the “do not disturb me” method of having earphones in and not listening to anything, I can still hear what’s going on around me.


It’s a weird feeling to suddenly reminisce when a phone rings and you recognise the ringtone. A Blackberry ringing immediately makes me think of the four months I spent working for Chubb in 2011 - a job I disliked and a company I can’t stand. Hearing a Blackberry ring makes my blood momentarily run cold.

It’s the same with some Nokias.

When I worked at Mobile Money, I was given a bulk standard Nokia phone, and the ringtone on that immediately makes me think that my boss from there is calling me to check up on me (it was a job where I was given the freedom to run a branch on my own, but never really trusted not to skive).

I’ve often tried to take time to sit and listen to the cacophony of noise that surrounds me.

I remember being in Junior school and thinking to myself during a lesson that I didn’t know what a playground sounded like - I was always caught up in playing a game or interacting with others. I’d never tried to listen to the sound that a collective of 100 kids or so can make.

The following lunch time I stood in the middle of the playground and listened, trying hard not to focus in on specific sounds.

The noise was almighty, with kids shouting to each other, various squeals and screams of excitement, but most of it all it sounded fun. To my ears it was like I was listening to the very definition of happiness, and though I look back now and I suppose it sounds like a playground much as any other across the world (albeit with English being spoken poorer than some foreign countries - this was on the edge of South East London, after all), I still remember being in awe of it.

That said, I was only 8 years old at the time, so the feeling of awe and excitement was fleeting. After all, it was a Catholic school, and I was still amazed at the walking-on-water stuff of a man who lived 2,000 years ago in books written centuries after his death.

I’m still getting to grips with WordPress, and am toying with the idea of adding a picture at the bottom of the page, as well as changing the picture at the top to something better than what is there already. If only I were artistic in some way. That’s artistic rather than autistic. (Damn you, whoever mistyped that on my assembly sheet!)

I’ve also started reading my blogs and recording them on Soundcloud, and though I have updated a few post-Christmas blogs with the recordings, I can’t say I’m overly happy with them. It highlights to me that voice is fairly monotone, and though I was quite pleased with one blog entry, the other four were all fairly dull affairs.

Still, it’s something to do, and I might keep it up. I’m limited to a maximum of two hours on Soundcloud, but I figure that’s at least a months worth of recordings by which stage I’ll have probably lost interest anyway (see the Wafflepod podcast for more details)

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