Yesterday, the share prices for the Halifax (my building society) fell to an all time low, or something like that. Lloyds TSB bought them out, making them stronger and apparently saving them from the one terrifying event that all banks fear, as depicted so perfectly in Mary Poppins - a Run on the Bank. Which started me thinking... if there was a run on the bank, what fantastic repercussions could we expect? Undoubtedly our society would crumble and descend into anarchy, right? How far could this go?
Week 1: Ground Zero
HBOS - The Halifax and the Bank of Scotland share values drop to an all time low of 51%. Thousands of British shareholders see their share values drop from £10 to £1.85. Shocking. Apart from the odd suicide and a few unhappy savers, nothing too exciting happens. The cogs, however, are well and truly in motion.Week 2: Run On The Bank
On Tuesday 25th September 2008, due to some misguided financial advice from a friend at her local bridge club, Sixty five Year-Old Emily Higgins walks into her local branch of the Halifax building society in Chichester and asks that they transfer all her savings and pensions to her newly opened HSBC savings account. The young teller, James Woodcock, a fine arts graduate of 25 years, informs her that because of a technical issue with their internet connection, they would be unable to do that until the following week. Having no grasp of modern technology or what the internet even is, Miss Higgins panics and kicks up a fuss, loudly declaring that the building society will not give her access to her funds. Within just a few minutes, already worried account holders begin to demand their money be drawn out of their accounts, either in cash, or wired elsewhere. The clamour turns into panic as the painfully slow customer service of the Building society staff exacerbates the situation. Among the growing rabble of angry customers, Dave Watson - Reporter for the Chichester local newspaper makes the call to his editor that would change life as we know it.Week 3: Financial Apocalypse
several of the panicking Halifax patrons post tweets online about their ordeal in the Chichester branch. Many more post phone camera footage onto YouTube of the riot that ensued in the branch and the resulting armed police presence sent to quash them. Dave Watson’s story, however, is sold to Meridian television and broadcast across the nation that evening. Thousands of people turn up at the Halifax branches the following morning in dismay and those that can, withdraw or transfer all their savings. The inevitable knock on effect and rioting occurs in every major city in the UK. No Bank is safe as people stupidly horde cash which is rapidly declining in value. Jails overflow and the BBC news website reports scenes of brutal Police crackdowns all over the country. By the end of the week, the economy "crashes". The cities descend into anarchy; riots, protests and looting are rife. The police battle to restore order against the populace, their lines of riot shields reflecting the fires that are raging in the husks of looted electronics stores and supermarkets.Week 24: The Future
The cities across England are all smouldering husks. The inhabitants of which pick their way through the broken buildings, seeking out food and water to add to their caches. Several gangs have taken refuge in shopping centres and the larger supermarkets, defending their stores of food with fierce and deadly aggression. The police and fire brigade have broken down, unable to cope with the strain. The brave men and women who managed to hold a resistance against the massive tide of looters and rioters have elected to save their own families and flee to more rural areas. Martial law has been declared across the nation and a thin force of British soldiers Police what little is left and enforce curfew. What is left of the emergency medical services use their dwindling supplies to treat the wounded in small makeshift emergency medical HQ's. Dave Watson, reporter for the Chichester Local Newspaper, shivers alone in a dark abandoned flat, his mind crazed through regret and remorse as he sees the outcome of his sensationalist news report.Week 48: The New Curse
Driven mad through grief, remorse and hunger, Dave Watson - Reporter for the Chichester Local Newspaper- steps barefoot into an abandoned street. His filthy black fingernails scratch at a sore on his back, his gums bleed and his matted hair is thinning through mal-nutrition. He casts his glazed and vacant stare slowly from one end of the street to the other, looking for movement. There is none. No one will go near Dave Watsons street. Dave Watsons street is a cursed and fearful place.
My assimilation into the writhing mass of information, media, “user generated content” and pornography that constitutes the internet as it is today was not a sudden, over-night occurrence but rather a slow, building dependency on what is undoubtedly one of the most important collaborative projects in human history.
My first memory of using the internet is one from high-school, logging on to an internet chat room with some friends at lunch time and marvelling at the wonder of real time communication with people as far away as
Of course, being only 14 years old at this point, naturally, we used this life changing, monumental experience to its fullest and spent the entirety of our lunch break insulting people thousands of miles away, safe in the knowledge that they could not do us physical harm. At least, not before we had chance to hide or blame the whole thing on somebody else.
How was I to know back then that the internet would become such an important part of my day to day life AND that eventually, it would be considered socially acceptable to spend time at my computer, not only acceptable, but COOL to do so… depending of course, on what my myspace page looked like, what applications I had on facebook, my latest you tube video or what pod casts I listen to. Now I depend on it solely for my news and entertainment, traffic and travel information, reviews on and purchasing of movies, books, computer games, hardware and software.
We notice things that don't work. We don't notice things that do. We notice computers, we don't notice pennies. We notice e-book readers, we don't notice books.
Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001), The Salmon of Doubt, p. 110
As the internet is integrated further and I enter the latter stages of net dependency or “addiction” am beginning to realise, not so much what an impact access to information and entertainment has on my life, but rather, what impact the LOSS of all this would have on my day to day life. So, much in the same way that the End Timers prepare for the end of the world, stockpiling food, water, medical supplies and books on that great wizard in the sky… so this blog will attempt to scrape together pieces of every day life, media, entertainment, sights, sounds and experiences that you may hopefully be able to fall-back on after the great internet tribulation.