Cocking a deaf ‘un or selective hearing, that is the question…?Leave a comment
November 8, 2014 by Whispering Smith
Whispering Smith Column published in the Littlehampton Gazette October 30th 2014
I WAS chatting to an old friend the other day and admitted that I did not hear so well these days, too many Sunday mornings shooting without ear defenders when younger or, maybe, just getting old. She suggested a hearing test and an aid. I baulked at that, did not like the idea of it. Her following remark that ‘they are practically invisible,’ only reinforced my reluctance. What was the virtue of its invisibility? In any case, she had a good head of hair to hide the thing. Then she asked me something that really made me think. ’How come people wear glasses with pride, even think they look better in them especially scholarly looking horn rims as effected by you?’ Was having a vision impediment more socially acceptable than having a hearing defect? Should she be ashamed of having to wear an aid and be better off to have to keep saying ‘pardon? Would I be better off bumping into things if not wearing glasses? She is right of course. But I still resisted telling her I was learning the ukulele and my hearing was pretty good. She told me that she had heard me learning to play the uke and based on that fact alone, I definitely needed my hearing tested. I capitulated and made an appointment with a Littlehampton based hearing specialist for next week. Eh?
CONSTANTLY being asked my thoughts on the future of Rustington’s Cooperative site following the popular store’s closure. The answer in short is that I do not know but think you can rule out Wetherspoon, Aldi, Lidl or Morrisons. Were I a betting man, which I am not, I would guess a food store of some kind though, and I might venture a few bob on a Marks and Spencer which would benefit Littlehampton shoppers as well..
PERSUADED by my daughter to have a tattoo and being a bit obsessed with crows, their aloofness, their darkness, savage independence, idle attitude and seeming indifference to humankind and in particular to Prom and Littlehampton beach walkers I decided on one small shoulder tattoo of a black crow which, should the Branston pickle not work and I forget who I am, my corvid will help identify me and enable me to be guided home.