Watching the Welsh national football team play, with a bona fide Welshman, is an emotional experience, but one that I highly recommend. Speaking out about one’s culture is often frowned upon if we show outward signs of nationalist pride, while in a few counties to the west the Welsh are fiercely proud of their heritage, the dragon, the leek and the sheep, and to rightly.
And as we were sitting, hopping, screaming and screaming, I learned a few derogatory Welsh terms before I was half-dead “kutched” after the bhoys finally equalized.
It was during the downtime, as the players took yet another dive break, as if they had been knocked out by the marksman’s sniper, Simo Hayha, that the moment of the reveal has come.
Through alcoholic mists usually come nonsense, embarrassment, and a complete and utter lack of logic, but Welshman Dan has hit a purple spot with his new business idea: an app called “What’s the point?” “. By the time the game was over, we were all in the game after he explained his premise: “We spend half of our lives saying ‘what’s the point? “, So why not sum them all in one place so that we can lay bare the folly of our very Existence?”
Granted, it was a little deep for that time of day, but we embraced the concept and grew to love the idea. After the first ones, it became more and more difficult to argue with logic.
‘Gary Lineker…. What’s the point?’ was the starting point for the conversation as we warmly discussed how one of England’s best goalkeepers, after an illustrious career in which he did not get bogged down with distractions such as silverware, turned into a middle-aged awakened radical via Twitter.
Self-digitized checkouts? What’s the point? It takes longer, is stressful, you have to beg for a carry bag and you don’t get a discount for doing their job for them.
And then “what’s the use” built into its own scale: if something was really unnecessary, it became “what’s the point” (automated customer service phone lines, government) to the end of the scale where flipper became a curse (annex, rain gear and electric cars).
It started to invade my life: what were those hooks in the backseat of the car for hanging clothes for? What is the point of waiting at a traffic light without anyone? What’s the point of banning plastic straws at McDonald’s while serving cold drinks in plastic beakers?
What is the point of the cashier staff refusing to touch my card “because of Covid” when they have just received 80 pounds of shopping that I had already soiled?
And so on, sort of becoming an obsession: Chrome books only work when there is internet? What’s the point? Ergonomic keyboards take a lot of practice to get used to, so they’re not ergonomic… what’s the point? and, well, you catch the drift.
But then, when I least expected it, deep in the conversation, my wife made a rare foray into the summer lodge football area. Instantly becoming a WTP expert, she asked what are toilet covers for if we men never put them down? Or why do we have a dishwasher when I never load it?
Moving on to topic now, she finished with the icing on the cake what’s the point as she looked me straight in the eye as she asked me “what’s the use of this?” She might have a valid point, but we’ll just have to wait and see that her car is due for a mini-service on Sunday, which I casually mentioned to her before she blew it up and said, “What’s the point. oil in a car? ‘
I ignored her and turned away before resuming my screaming on TV as I questioned the utter uselessness of VAR.
Brett Ellis is a teacher