Boris Bajic
Guest
For all the sensible folk who wear them, there are the egregious turd-basket, scary-spoilt, screamy-kid weirdos who think a camera makes them into some sort of Che Guevara crossed with Judge Dredd and a hint of Mary Whitehouse. In reality they become Anne Widdecombe crossed with a Dalek, but in a bad way.
There is the mendacious tosspot in a current thread about a white-van man. Then there was shouty Trafficdroid and his slightly needy psychological state that compelled one to watch while repelling one with almost equal force.
We've had some on these pages who have been quite unable to see how they appear to others. Some have reformed, up to a point. Others might still need to.
There are some good cammers around, but there are some who will wish in years to come that they could un-invent the Internet...
If you buy one, promise yourself you'll wipe each day's footage when you get home and hand only to the authorities those recordings that will help in a legal matter.
If you become one of those superannuated toddlers playing at policemen who shout into their recorders all those posh NATO letters, like "Charlie Uniform November Tango!" at every car doing 33 in a 30 zone, then you may want to think of a new game. They do little more than describe themselves at times.
Youtube is for funny cats slipping on ice and instructions on how to wind the starter-return spring for a brush-cutter. It is not for helium-voiced shouty boys to tell us all about close passes.
This rant is now officially over.
There is the mendacious tosspot in a current thread about a white-van man. Then there was shouty Trafficdroid and his slightly needy psychological state that compelled one to watch while repelling one with almost equal force.
We've had some on these pages who have been quite unable to see how they appear to others. Some have reformed, up to a point. Others might still need to.
There are some good cammers around, but there are some who will wish in years to come that they could un-invent the Internet...
If you buy one, promise yourself you'll wipe each day's footage when you get home and hand only to the authorities those recordings that will help in a legal matter.
If you become one of those superannuated toddlers playing at policemen who shout into their recorders all those posh NATO letters, like "Charlie Uniform November Tango!" at every car doing 33 in a 30 zone, then you may want to think of a new game. They do little more than describe themselves at times.
Youtube is for funny cats slipping on ice and instructions on how to wind the starter-return spring for a brush-cutter. It is not for helium-voiced shouty boys to tell us all about close passes.
This rant is now officially over.