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Last week, having fubared the somewhat battle-scarred cheap-n-cheerful digital watch that I wear for cycling by getting it really, really wet (thanks, thunderstorm!) to the point where it was resetting itself to 2000-01-01 at 12.00am every couple of hours (that's when the display was actually visible through the fog of moisture that would not shift itself even after a couple of days in the airing cupboard), I went hunting for a new watch and settled on one of those that automatically updates itself by radio signal from Rugby. We've got a clock radio that does this and it's been great. Watch was in the sales. A step forward, I thought....
Next day, after 4 university-educated adults had spent best part of 2 hours pouring over a centimetre thick instruction manual trying in vain to get all the functions worked out, we gave up. The watch just sat there blinking random numbers at us. Back it went to the shop next day for a refund.
Today, after hunting all over town, I bought a new watch. All it does is tell the time. It cost me less than a tenner. And even better? The battered old one I thought was dead has returned to life. So I now have a spare.
Why are simple things like telling the time made so complex nowadays? Have any of you experienced this phenomenon?
Next day, after 4 university-educated adults had spent best part of 2 hours pouring over a centimetre thick instruction manual trying in vain to get all the functions worked out, we gave up. The watch just sat there blinking random numbers at us. Back it went to the shop next day for a refund.
Today, after hunting all over town, I bought a new watch. All it does is tell the time. It cost me less than a tenner. And even better? The battered old one I thought was dead has returned to life. So I now have a spare.
Why are simple things like telling the time made so complex nowadays? Have any of you experienced this phenomenon?
