“Big watch - pay by cheque,” was often what the, probably long-suffering, local population might have ascribed to the young Royal Air Force pilots undergoing flying training at the several flying training schools in England in the 1960s. Less than 20 years after the end of WWII, there were plenty of pilots about. Lots of new ones, like me, and lots of veterans with lots of stories to tell. Like larger-than-life John Buckland who frequented the Woolpack on Tuesday Market Place. With his MCC tie and an inexhaustible fund of ripping yarns, the Lancaster pilot and decorated Pathfinder, became an interesting attraction for the Saturday lunchtime customers. More so, even, than the landlord’s voluptuous wife Pam who knew full well what she was expected to display when asked for a bottle of White Label Worthington from the bottom shelf. John Buckland always paid by cheque, cash being somewhat vulgar. John knew just the chap to supply me with a little beauty of a second-hand car – “just the ticket,” he assured me. Paying for the car by cheque was not an option but cash would secure the best price. Fortunately, for me, my account with Lloyds Bank Limited, Coxs & Kings Branch of 6 Pall Mall SW1, was in the same state as it had been since being opened upon enlistment in HM service – somewhat overdrawn. So, for me, cash payment was out of the question and there was no deal resulting, thank goodness. Others were not so lucky before John Buckland, exposed as a ruthless trickster, slunk away. Almost, that is, because a year or so later he was spotted in London by Mac Hart, the landlord of Foldgate Inn at Stradsett. Unfortunately, in the ensuing chase John Buckland gave Mac Hart the slip and that was that – Mac never got his money back. These days I almost never pay by cheque. I bank online and make all my transactions online. With the expansion of contactless payments, I have installed a payment facility on my phone so now, at check out, I can just wave my phone at the reader and get on my way. Confirmation of the transaction is almost instantaneous so there is no need for a receipt. John Buckland would have had a hard time today. Neither are there many big watches about – letters to the Telegraph report a spate of thefts from the wrist in broad daylight. At least they don’t seem to be cutting off the arm with a machete which, apparently, happened to hapless car passengers leaving their limbs draped out of the window in downtown Angeles City next to Clark Air Force base in the Philippines. I’ll probably start wearing my old aircrew watch and leave the Rolex in the safe.
Having just
volunteered for a PCR test with the Zoe app I was horrified to learn I tested positive
and am now isolating for 10 days. Never
volunteer for anything, particularly, “research into the common cold at Porton
Down,” was good advice to us as recruits but I have ignored it in retirement. To relieve the impending boredom of isolation
perhaps I shall invest in a smart watch – just the ticket? Modern technology will monitor my blood oxygen
level, heart rate, and blood pressure and alert me to any deterioration to my
current good health – almost too good to be true? And, when I am allowed out again, through the
wonders of near field communications, I shall be able to install my payment app
on my watch and simply wave my wrist at the card reader as I pass by. Big check, pay by watch – how about that?