Thursday, 23 February 2012

It could be worse

Some technologies I can only pray never fall into the hands of my wife. Take my van, for example, sacred space and compared to my hectic home space, the last bastion of peaceful thought.

All that could change soon, though. As if it were not enough for the wife already that she is able to ask me, "What are you thinking?" or "What are you doing?" every time I'm either silent or out of sight, scientists have only gone and blooming well invented a way to read people's minds.

Yes, researchers in the US have developed a computer programme that is able to make sense of brain activity and put it into words.

I can only hope that it is never developed into an App – the Hubby Headspace Checker, because I know there would be no escape and my days of having a roving eye would be over.

I know that I sometimes feel like I've no space to think, but compared to how I would feel if my wife were actually able to get inside my Vauxhall Combo and subsequently into my head, however virtually, I'm living in paradise.

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