I’m quite old-fashioned, and proudly so. I believe in:
- Saying please and thank you
- Holding doors open for people
- Waiting with female friends at the bus stop until they’ve boarded their bus
- Saying “shedule”, not “skedule”
- Using a fountain pen
I use a fountain pen. I use it when writing my diary (Anne Frank/Samuel Pepys/Adrian Mole-style), which I often write while sitting in the local
old folks waiting room local cafe. I’ve often found it to be an effective ice-breaker.
“Are you left-handed?”
(Your hearing might be going, but by Jove, your eyesight is still good, Kumpel.
“Is that a fountain pen? It’s really stylish-looking. What make is it? Where can I buy one?”
Actually, they don’t bombard the questions. That’s just a summary of what they ask.
The piece de resistance is when they see me filling my fountain pen with ink. Even traditionalists who write with a fountain pen tend to use cartridges. Not me. I use a converter.
Imagine the look of amazment on the face of a nine-year-old member of the Ipod generation, watching a left-hander writing a diary entry with a fountain pen and then seeing him drawing ink from a bottle into a converter. She must have thought she was watching an episode of How We Used To Live.
Edit: Here is a sample of my handwriting, in in English and Russian/Cyrillic. I messed one word up on the second line.
Have an old-fashioned day, won’t you!