Downloads, legal or otherwise, are affecting sales in CDS/DVDS. E-books are damaging paperbacks. DRS technology is interrupting the flow of live sports. Henry Kissinger winning the Nobel peace prize made satire redundant (that one is © Tom Lehrer). David Miliband mutated from Sonny to Fredo when Ed led the family business. Apart from watches, digital crushed analogue.
You see there’s a usurper for everything. Only Fahrenheit has held its own against new pretenders. Celsius came, Celsius measured but it never conquered. Obsolete temperature scales includes the Newton, Rømer, Delisle, Leyden, Dalton, Wedgewood, Hales, Ducrest, Edinburgh and Florentine scales. Fahrenheit is a constant. Long may she tell us the temperature.
Early researchers had homemade measurement apparatus and this is where the crux of my blog becomes sad. One of my friends made terrific home brew that could blow your mind. The proliferation of cheap cases of alcohol in supermarkets made his beer-making non-profitable. So he sold his kit. The world keeps turning though not always for the better.
Boadicea's Chariot 
“Video killed the radio star … “
… and Réaumur. 🙂
Damn, how did I forget Reamur?
Perhaps you shoud have written “The world keeps turning though not always for the bitter.”
OZ
Morning OZ,
You’ve put a sour taste in my mouth.(groan)
See you soon, I’m off to Tesco.
You forgot the most important one of all, Kelvin!
An expat has recently opened a restaurant nearby where you can get a pint of Old Speckled Hen on draught or a pint of chilled Guinness. UK prices of course, which is a bit of a bummer when local lager is 33 centimos a bottle. Took Ferret and Beloved there during their stay at The Cave. Bitter beer was the one and only thing that I missed from the old country.
OZ
Advancement can reverse, where are the replacements for Concorde and the Space Shuttle.
I prefer Absolute. Or should that be Absolut?
Aaah, Absolut – Zangada’s absolute favourite tipple. The NSW is a slave to Gordon’s. Both cost me a fortune in Schweppes tonic.
OZ
As you say, the world keeps changing – and not always for the better.
People used to cook – and then McDonalds, Colonel Sanders, et al came along….
On a slightly more serious, and possibly relevant, note I always made my own, my children’s and my husband-of the time’s clothes. I looked at fabric prices in the UK this year – if I still lived there I wouldn’t even consider making anything except for that ‘special’ occasion. The cost of ‘making’ compared with ‘buying’ doesn’t make the effort of sewing worthwhile.
Fortunately, in Oz fabric is still relatively cheap and clothes are ridiculously expensive… so I buy in the UK and make here!
“my husband-of the time” I shall remind Bearsy of that one – often. 🙂 A Zangada used to introduce me as “my current husband” just to keep me on my toes.
OZ
OZ – don’t bother! It’s not possible to use a wooden spoon on that comment – Bearsy introduced me to “the husband-of-that-time”
🙂
Mrs J persists in introducing herslf as Mrs J the Last. 😦