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A reply to my unwanted telephone calls

Yes, you are correct asking in your comment  “why is the TPS not working?“, the possible reason is that the “cold” unwanted calls are being made from outside the UK.

Yes they are monitoring the internet, I know of organisations that other companies employ to search all the media, TV, radio, newspapers, courts, the internet, just to get information. It could be just to know what people are saying about their product or company, or like the companies who have been telephoning me, to make sales.

I have heard that there are people waiting in hospital emergency centers, waiting for accident victims to be carried in, and they sign them up saying that they will take the other party involved in the accident to court to get compensation on a “no win, no fee” basis.

Some of these companies even listen in on radio traffic of the emergency services, just to get to the victims before any one else so the victim can sue for damages.

TAKE IT EASY? ME?

I see it as a game, to have fun with the callers.

In my article Did I upset you? Unwanted telephone calls. I mention the fact that I said I wanted a conservatory, but when I said I was on the 2nd floor, the caller got upset for wasting their time.

Another example was when I lived on a boat, a rather large boat, a Dickens Class named Mr Toots, I had a call from a replacement window company who had been continually calling for days offering to replace the windows, so I went along with their conversation,

Yes it would be good to reduce the heat loss and save money,

Yes it would be good lessen the noise, especially as the boat was moored under the flight path of Heathrow Airport.

The call center just did not ask the right questions, they presupposed that I lived in a house, not a boat with small round portholes made of brass.

When the salesman turned up, he was very abusive to me for wasting his time, even giving threats to sue me in court for his lost time and income, until I said I would counter to sue his company for wasting my time.


Mr Toots, a boat I live on in Brentford, London for 6 years

As a small boy, I remember my father answering the door to a “door-to-door” salesman selling cleaning products and vacuum cleaners.

My father let the salesman make his sales pitch on all the virtues of his company’s’ vacuum cleaner, and when the salesman went for the kill, to close the sale, my father said he already had a better one, that offered even more things, and was cheaper to run.

The salesman was taken aback, and started arguing with my father, saying that was impossible as his product was first on the market, and no other company had anything else like it, and he demanded to see the cleaner.

At this point my father called my mother to the front door, and said

Here is my cleaner, and it cleans, irons, cooks and keeps me warm at night.

Like father, like son.   

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I am sorry to the young Indian girl

Over the last couple of days, I have been interrupted by “cold” sales calls on my telephone.



I object to having to receive them, especially in the evening when I just want to relax. As someone said to me, if they wanted a new mobile phone, a loan, replacement window, they would go out and buy them.

I have now have my answering machine switched off, as I could be away from home giving training for many days at a time, only to return with my answer machine full of sales calls or “silent” calls.

I have also stopped diverting calls to my mobile phone, why should I pay for unwanted calls? Why should I pay for calls to be diverted  overseas when I am abroad with my mobile phone? Why should I be woken-up in the early hours with a diverted “cold” sales call I do not want when I am in a country 8 hours in front or behind UK time?

It is midday, and the telephone rings, and I look at the number received, “000000”, meaning it is a withheld caller or overseas caller number.

I am ready.

Can I help you?“, I answer the phone.

Can I speak to Mr Phillip?“, in a lovely young female Indian accent.

My state changes straight away, but I control myself, and why don’t the management of these Indian call centers teach their operators, that in the UK we do not use “Mr” in front of our given or Christian name, we only use “Mr” (or Mrs) in front of our family or surname.

Time for games for Phillip.

Yes“.

This is ——– company based in London. Do you get unwanted telephone calls?” 

I will not give the company the satisfaction of giving their name, but obviously the Indian accent, the conversational delay and the clicking on the line means the call does not originate in the UK.

Yes“.

When do you get these calls?“, she thinks she has a potential foolish customer ready to sell too.

Oh, I usually get them at about midday.” I gladly offer a reply.

Does your services provider not stop them for you?

Obviously not.

Well our company can work on your behalf and stop all unwanted calls……..“, she replies, as I sense she feels she has a potential sale on her hands.

How much does this service cost and how long do I have to sign a contract for?“.

Only £1 a month and for a long 5 years.“.

A “long five years”, surely she needs to think about what she is saying.

I fire back, “So I pay you a large sum of money, so that you just go on the web site of the Telephone Preference Service, which is a FREE service, and you take two seconds to enter my telephone number in the little box, to stop calls like you are making now. Is that correct? Oh, what is the weather like in India today?“.

Silence.

I apologise to her, for tricking her into thinking I was a dumb potential customer, because the above is an abbreviated version of the conversation, and after all, it was not a waste of my time, I had had a conversation with someone, and I had fun, leading her down a road, carefully listening to the well rehearsed sales patter.

Oh no, another unwanted call, this time from EON, an electricity supplier, again the caller with an Indian accent, promising to cut my household electricity bill.

More fun for me to have.

I love my job.

see     Did I upset you? Unwanted telephone calls.  
            Weatherseal Windows, do you think I am stupid?
            Timeshare Advisory Service a Scam
            I don’t believe it
            Is it a coincidence that I get more telephone calls.

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I don’t believe it

It has only been an hour since posting Timeshare Advisory Service a Scam , and the telephone rings.

Yes you have guessed it, “Mr Phillip?“, in and Indian accent, and a small time delay.

It is hard for me to understand him as I curtly reply “What do you want?“.

He purports (indicates) to be from the Telephone Preference Service, (UK 0800398893) and he started telling me how “cold calls”, wanted calls, would be stopped.

But I was already registered with the free Telephone Preference Service, and I told him that, but he was having non of me butting in, interrupting him, saying that by registering with him I would be protected for five years.

I am already registered with you.” I said, thinking I was speaking to the TPS.

He would not listen, until I asked him what are the fees.

Just a £1 a week.” was his reply, “and then you will stop getting calls like this.

Get lost.” was my reply as I cut the call.

I just don’t believe it.

The Telephone Preference Service is a free service, so if anyone in the UK wants to use it go the their web site http://www.tpsonline.org.uk/tps/ and register for free. Do not fall for the webs sites when using the search engines that look as if they are the TPS and charge a fee. All they are doing is taking your money, then adding your name and telephone number to the free Telephone Preference Service.



As someone commented, I am “p—-d off”, or not very happy.

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Timeshare Advisory Service a Scam

I am continually getting telephone calls from people wanting to sell me a new mobile phone, sort out my debt problems which I do not have, and buy my timeshare holiday week, even though I have used a service in the UK called The National Do-Not-Call List,  or the Call Prevention Registry, which should prevent such calls or organisations making unwanted “cold” telephone calls to me.

As soon as I hear a foreign accent, sorry to say from the Indian sub continent, and they ask for “Mrs Mee Holt“, the hairs on my neck go up, I know that they will be trying to sell me something I do not want. She never uses the shortened name “Mee” from her name Mee Len.

No you can’t. She does not live here any more.“, will only make them say, “Is that Mr Holt?

Just thinking about it makes me mad, but then I expect they can get around UK laws by calling from outside the UK.

I apologise to those working in the call centers making these calls, I know I am rude to you and I cut you off. Sorry, I know you have a job to do and want to make money, earn a living, but I do not want to speak to you.

I also sometimes get telephone calls from people who want to buy the timeshare week. I wrote about one company Alpha Group Resales who sounded very convincing in their sales patter or talk. (see article).

They give a reference of the Timeshare Advisory Service and a telephone number. I wonder if when the number is called, it ends up in the same office as Alpha Group Resales or whatever name they are operating under now.

I still notice after a number of years, people are landing on my web site article after searching on Timeshare Advisory Service in a search engine, so the scam still seems to being used.

To operate this scam, taking a large sum of money at the outset by credit card, to register the sellers name and cover administration costs, the seller enters into a contract which contains a clause saying that if the seller ends or cancels the contract, the initial sum will be forfeited. Obviously, there are no buyers for the timeshare, and thus the buyer cancels the contract or arrangement with the company operating the scam, and looses their initial deposit.

I cannot understand how these people can sleep at night, knowing that the next day they are going to sell something to people that they do not want it, advertising space, search engine placement, listings in telephone books and directories, a name of a potential buyer who does not exist.

The credit card companies know that these scams exist, they must get hundreds of calls of complaints, yet they continue to let these companies trade and take money off unsuspecting people.

The banks must know about the scam emails, which promise untold wealth from a person who died in a plane crash, or from a military person who found a box of millions of dollars in the middle of the desert whilst fighting in Iraq and wants to share it.  Why don’t they stop the unsuspecting public transferring money abroad to these people?

Worldwide government agencies know about these scams, why don’t they do something to stop it?

Oh Poo Poo, am I sounding like a grumpy old man?

Life is so hard and unfair.

Now read I don’t believe it
 

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Beauty is only Skin Deep

Was today a waste of time?

For some time now, I had been asked to attend an exhibition at London’s ExCel Exhibition and Conference Center, and I could not make my mind up if the subject matter was appropriate for me.

In the end, I decided to go to Professional Beauty London, which is, quote, “the ideal place to meet therapists, nail technicians, hairdressing and beauty salon owners, tanning salons and freelance / mobile therapists looking to source new suppliers and benefit from great deals”.

Well I do therapy, so why not, I may learn something, and it was a chance to be with a colleague.

I should have known it was not for me as soon as I got on the DLR train, it was full of excited young girls, obviously from a college going to the exhibition. But, I had come this far, being delayed by slow trains and cold, I may as well continue, and anyway I had made arrangements to meet someone there.

As soon as I got inside the hall, my suspicions were confirmed, this was not for me, but I did stay long enough to fight my way around the crowded aisles, of eager young girls, some in their health and beauty uniforms, their name badges hanging around their necks, craning to see the latest hair extension stand, the many nail specialists, the waxing treatments, the spray bronzing equipment, and other painful looking treatments on show.

At 95 (ho ho, I am not really 95) years of age, I do not think makeup will help me become more attractive or look any younger. I did not see any hair extensions in gray, and I have enough hair on my head to keep me warm, so I do not need a wig. My nails would look rather strange with flowers or birds painted on the, and I do not like pain so I am happy with having hair on my legs and my other private parts, and would not like waxing.

My friend was totally absorbed by the experience and enjoying every minute, but all I could think of was each hair being pulled off my leg, oh the agony.

I made my excuses and left, leaving those others behind, buying, learning, absorbing information relative to them, and perhaps some of those attending could pick-up some tips on becoming beautiful, because they needed help in their make-up application.

Me I am happy on my journey, how I look, and what has been given to me, as people can take me as I am, and yes I did see some well made-up females, in English we say that they “looked the bees knees“, looked really great.

But then I thought, I wonder what they are really like, what is their personality like, would I get on with such a person?

How would they compare to the little tubby girl next to her, with no make-up, spots on the face, hair askew, and with hairy legs?

Um, beauty is only skin deep.

The exhibition was the same, on the surface and on paper it looked good, but when I got involved, it was not for me. For others it was the greatest adventure they had taken, it was for them.

Sometimes we take a road that keeps promising us the world, happiness, security, wealth, and we get taken in by promises and hold on with expectation, but we eventually find that road is not for us, no matter how it is made-up to look good, and then we have to change direction. If not, it will lead to heartbreak and unhappiness, be it a job, a relationship, a holiday or an exhibition.

I am happy on my journey, doing what I do, who I am and how I look. But that is my Cat on the Mat, my view of the world, and in my world I am warm and cuddly.

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Water under Tower Bridge in London

It was a cold, crisp evening as I stood near to Traitors Gate of the Tower of London, looking down the River Thames at a wonderful view of Tower Bridge.



Tower Bridge, London, seen from The Tower of London, Traitors Gate

As I stood there, I wondered how many times had the bascules had been opened, the central section which has two sections swinging up and down, to allow shipping to pass up and down stream.

I wondered how many people had left London on journeys to other parts of the world, sometimes never to return, sometimes to return to a different London they had left, as London is continually changing.

I wondered for how many people this was their last sight as they went to beheaded, but then realised that Tower Bridge was opened in 1894, and the last beheading at the Tower of London was nearly 300 years earlier in 1601, one Robert Devereux, 2nd Earl of Essex, and the last execution being by firing squad in 1941 of a German spy Josef Jakobs.

I watched the flow if the River Thames, as the water was flowing back up stream from the Thames Estuary, flowing under the bridge as the tide was rising, just like the River Thames has always done bringing back travelers and people with memories of far off places and experiences. 

I could not wait in the cold night air to see the water change direction to flow downstream, washing away the dirty water, the drift wood, the flotsam and jetsam. I had a warm home to get back to.

There is a saying “water under the bridge“, which means referring or looking back at past experiences, good or bad, which we have decided to or should have forgotten, to have left behind us.

Perhaps looking at way the flow of the River Thames under Tower Bridge is a better idiom or metaphor, for as past experiences are washed away, the tide brings them back once again, but there is even more fresh water from upstream which will eventually wash away the dirty water, the memories.

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Money as a driver

I will never become a millionaire, not because I would not like to become one, nor that I do not dream of not having to budget of what I spend, as most people have, but because I am not driven by money.

Some people are driven to make more and more money, that is their driver in life. There is nothing wrong with that, in fact it is good. For them.

Me? I am driven by other things. I get my drive from seeing change for the better in people and things.

I love to find how things work, to get them to work, to repair if broken. Yesterday, I had great joy in modifying my kitchen hot water tap to flow without splashing all over the place, and the exhilaration I felt this morning when washing-up my breakfast plate and cup, without getting wet myself must be the same as an athlete looking at their gold medal after winning at the Winter Olympics.

I love watching people change on my courses, when people come to me for fears and phobias. It gives me a buzz. The woman who was petrified of going into the MRI scan at the Penang Adventist Hospital, and after two minutes of me talking and working with her, being calm and ready for the treatment. The Doctor who had Bells Palsy, with zero percent movement in one side of her face to now having 88% movement, seeing her smile after 32 years, and the happiness on the face of her husband.

A member of the Southside Chamber of Commerce I belong to in London, asked me for help. Not for therapy, not for hypnosis, just to help her move her business along to the next level, to help her resolve a problem in a foreign country. To coach her, guide her.

I helped her by listening to her, finding her strengths and weaknesses, by helping her come up with her own solutions, but where she did not have the expertise, finding that for her, or just spending a little time, not for finacial gain, but giving my time.

Over lunch recently, I sat next to a highly respected business person, having served his community beyond what was expected of him, but now he wanted to stand back, to take things easy, to do his own things what he wanted to do. The relief on his face, his posture change within a few minutes when I got him to solve his own dilemma.

Did I charge them a fee? No. My payback was seeing them move forward.

Yes, sometimes my way, my generosity bites back at me. Sometimes I am taken advantage of, sometimes I am used, sometimes I am stabbed in the back, sometimes agreements are broken, because of the greed of people chasing money. I wish those people well.

So, if you need a costume, a dress, a suit designed, created, made, why not call or visit Pearline Banton in London who has a wealth of experience in delivering quality designs, patterns and clothes. Just take a look, no matter where you are in the world at Pearline Banton (click to visit web site) and see what she can do for you.



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CT Scan from the Penang Adventist Hospital, I give you my heart.

I had been to the Penang Adventist Hospital the previous day for a CT Scan on my heart. Now it was time to collect the results.

So, I give you my heart.

The CT Scan of the heart of Phillip Holt seen from the front view
The heart of Phillip Holt seen from the front view

CT Scan stands for (CT) or Computerized Axial Tomography(CAT).
The 64-slice CT scan imaging method, produces a series of pictures, only two of mine is shown above and below out of hundreds, that are then reconstructed by using computer into cross-sectional views. Then doctors can view parts of the body they were never able to see before. The GE LightSpeed VCT Scanner (64-slice) installed in the Penang Adventist Hospital can capture this information in about 5 seconds. the system creating 64 credit card-thin images, totaling 40 millimeters of anatomical coverage. These images are combined to form a 3D (three-dimensional) view of the patient’s heart or other selected part of the body, for the doctors to view and analyze.
The images are captured onto a computer, which the doctors can now store in a databank, disc or CD for future viewing and reference, and for me to keep and to take back to Dr Tan and my own doctor in the UK for a diagnosis.
They did not make sense to me, but I made a visit to Queensbay Shopping Mall, and the Borders (MY) bookshop, and a book presented itself to me, The South Beach Heart Heath Revolution, by Arthur Agatston, M.D.
Firstly let me explain what was in the report, not the actual report but the pictures which were captured of my heart, perhaps this will help you understand your heart.
At the top of the above picture showing my heart is the main aorta leading from the heart
There are four main chambers to the heart, the upper two chambers are the left and right atrium, and the lower two chambers are the left and right ventricles. The atrias supply blood to the ventricles, whilst the right ventricle pumps the blood into the lungs, and the left ventricle pumps blood into the blood circulation system (systemic circulation) through the aorta for the rest of the body.
So, the oxygen poor blood enters the right atrium and is the pumped into the right ventricle, from there through the pulmonary artery to the lungs. In the lungs, the blood is enriched with oxygen, and the carbon dioxide removed. This newly oxygenated blood is now sent by the pulmonary veins to the left atrium then to the main pump the left ventricle.
Various one way valves are in the heart, thus allowing one directional flow of blood.
Stay with me, I know you will find this interesting and could one day save your life.
As blood enters the aorta artery, the light coloured tube at the top of my heart above. it is directed to coronary arteries, these look like roots of a plant in the picture above surrounding the heart and these supply the heart with blood and oxygen.
A heart attack occurs when one of these arteries is blocked for more than twenty minutes, thus depriving that part of the heart on blood and oxygen, so that part dies. Should sufficient amount of heart muscle die, then there will be insufficient pressure to supply the body and this will result in heart failure, it could also mean that the lungs cannot send the oxygenated blood out, making breathing difficult.
The heart of Phillip Holt seen from another angle

The heart of Phillip Holt seen from another angle showing the (LAD) or
left anterior descending, with the stent shown in white. Further problems shown
in the first diagonal, plagues, again showing in white

The above picture shows the left coronary artery with the stent I had inserted three years ago shown as two white lines, and with a branch coming off known as the first diagonal, showing more problems, plaques, again shown in white.
There are many more pictures in the whole CT Scan, showing the whole of my heart, and I wanted to share the above with you to give an insight to the human body normally unseen. I am not giving a diagnosis on my own body as I am not medically trained.
Until I had my wake-up call in Antalya, I was I considered, a relatively healthy person, yes overweight, somewhat unfit, but I knew of nothing unduly wrong with me, apart from sweating to much and a few aches and pains, just that I was like my old RX7 car, needing a little care and attention.
Do you know if there are problems in your body?
I will next tell you about the bookThe South Beach Heart Heath Revolution, by Arthur Agatston, M.D.

My articles may help you, to look at your lifestyle, your own body, and if it does, I have done my job.
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CT Scan at the Penang Adventist Hospital

Back in March 2007 I wrote in my blog Monday, the day before my birthday, how I had to under go an angioplasty, that is to have a stent inserted into a constricted artery in my heart. A common procedure.



Previously I had noticed that I was sweating a lot, especially after a long walk, and at that time I when I was working in Istanbul I was staying at a place called Tunel and then walking up to Taxim Square, a twenty minute or so walk. It was a walk I used to enjoy, but was beginning to find I did not want to do, only to arrive in the course with my shirt soaking wet.



I was asked to give a course in Antalya in the South of Turkey by the sea, and my translator at the time, Asuman Yildirim, decided to learn scuba diving in the evenings. I am a Master Diver with over 600 dives under my weight belt, and my metaphors in class obviously was an inspiration for her to take up the hobby. On her qualifying dive I joined her and her instructor, only for my world to turn up side down, literally, I had to abort my dive.



Getting back to the UK, I went to my doctor to checkout my little ailments, and after cardiovascular stress tests and angiogram, I was given the stent, and tablets to take for the rest of my life.



I listened to what the medical professionals had to say what was happening to me, and thought I understood, but really it was like the Energy Saving Lamps articles, all I knew was at the surface level, I did not really understand.



Yes, I was modifying my life style, eating differently, difficult when staying in hotels, eating in restaurants in foreign countries, not knowing what I was eating. I tried to modify my daily exercise by walking more, doing exercises.



I had an idea why, because exercise helps you loose weight and strengthens the heart, and eating good food helps stop the fatty food, cholesterol entering the blood system, thus clogging the heart.



Then there were all these good fats, bad fats, trans fats, triglycerides, HDL’s, LDL’s, plaque, lipids, cholesterol, hypertension, high blood pressure, figures and measurements that just meant nothing to me.



All I knew was there was something wrong, I had procedure which involved placing a stent in my heart which widened the artery.



It was as if I was looking at the white Energy Saving Lamp, not knowing what was inside or how things work.


As I monitored my own health, my well being, I began to notice changes, I had slowed down, at one time I noticed my short term memory had gone due to the drugs I was taking then, and I had aches and pains, one in the right side of my neck. Just a dull pain, like a stiff neck after a bad nights sleep.

I sometimes got an indigestion pain from eating too many cashew nuts or too much beef, (yes I am strange), and as I reported these to my doctor in the UK, my medication was modified. But I felt like a hypochondriac, always having something wrong with me. I was like my old Mazda RX7, getting on in years, a collectors item, worth its weight in gold, but bits and pieces wearing out and needing replacing.

My visits to Malaysia with the high temperature and humidity makes my ankles and feet swell, not an uncommon symptom for non tropical climate living visitors I am told, but when I mentioned something else, I was taken, against my wishes, to a local doctor, Doctor Tan Hong Ping of the Pusat Pakar Union practice in Alma, Bukit Mertajam.

Dr Tan listened to my story and put my mind at rest, along with others, but suggested that I should have a CT Scan on my heart at the Penang Adventist Hospital, just to see if anything was wrong there.

A starvation diet was requested, well no food after 12 midnight, for my 9am appointment. A quick check of my blood pressure and heart rate, which needed to be slowed down a fraction, then it was into the CT Scan room.
A very simple procedure, just to have an intravenous drip placed into the arm to feed a dye into the blood stream, which will then show- up on the CT Scan, it as a matter of just to lie there and follow instructions.
An arch was remotely moved into position over my chest, with its internal components spinning round, and the instruction to hold my breath three times was given. The only uncomfortable part was when the dye was pumped into my blood stream, this gave a warm sensation in my ears and the same warm sensation in my private parts. Interesting.
That was it, let the computer do the rest, to give a three dimensional representation of my heart, and for me to go back the next day and get the results.
So of we went, to visit Queensbay Shopping Mall, the Borders (MY) bookshop, and for a book to present itself, to jump off the shelf, I was not even looking for a book on that subject, consciously that is, that will change your life. Those who have taken my PhotoReading course will understand.
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Energy Saving Lights, becoming environmentaly friendly

Let me continue on from Light in our life, Energy Saving Lamps, LED’s and incandescent light bulbs.

The filament type or incandescent light bulbs in the house in Bukit Mertajam, Malaysia, keep on blowing or failing. This is perhaps as they are cheap and low quality, and we have many bulbs in each light fitting. It is a constant battle to replace bulbs. 

Each bulb is 40 Watts, so in the photograph below, there are 13 bulbs, equaling 520 Watts of power consumption. Lowering that by 80% by fitting Energy Saving Lamps would be quite a saving in energy consumption and money spent on electricity. OK, there is the initial outlay to purchase the Energy Saving Lamps.


In one room, three light fittings in BM house,
two ceiling each with 6 bulbs
one wall light with one bulb.
520 watts.
 

As an experiment I decided to replace one ceiling light unit of six bulbs with Energy Saving Lamps. Each Energy Saving Lamp being 9 Watts, equivalent to 40 Watts in the incandescent light bulb, that is the same amount of light.

Once fitting new lamps, the change in the light was amazing. Pure white light, daylight, compared to the old filament lights which gave a yellow tinge to the light.

Then I noticed that two of the Energy Saving Lamps appeared much dimmer than the other four. Looking into why, thinking I must have purchased different Wattage lamps, I found that there are two types of Energy Saving Lamps, “Daylight” and “Warmwhite”.

Now that is something I did not know existed, two types of lamp. Look at the lables next time.

As I tested the lamps by switching them on and of, why I do that I have no idea, there was a load bang, and the trip switch on the main power supply to the house triggered, and the lights went out.

Investigating I found that one lamp had failed.

Oh Poo Poo. Buy cheap and you get cheap.

In the longterm, is it wise to by cheap, as the product never lasts long?

As I removed the failed lamp it fell apart, revealing the electronics inside.

Wow, it amazed me how many components were there. No wonder the lamps cost so much.

    
The internal components of an Energy Saving Lamp

That made me think.

How much energy has there been expended to manufacture the circuit board, each individual component?

How much manpower with its’ associated power consumption was used to put the circuit board together?

I realised how little I knew about the workings of a Energy Saving Lamp.

And that got me thinking about other things to follow.

Um? I wonder if we go through life like that, only looking at the finished product, the outer skin, not knowing how it works, what makes it do what it does?