Apparently Samsung have released a fridge that can do a whole multitude of things, and one of them is to tweet.
I’m sorry, what? Is it just me who just wants my fridge to keep my food at the optimum temperature to not breed germs, and leave it there until I am ready to eat it?
What on earth would it say in the maximum number of characters its allowed? Do I want the world to know if I go down to my kitchen in the middle of the night and eat half a block of cheese? Or that sometimes the only thing in it is wine and mushrooms? No, frankly, I do not.
What’s next? The film iRobot seriously freaks me out, and if they start introducing all these sorts of intricate robots into our daily life, I will strongly consider packing a book (not a kindle where you can download all sorts of books, my Dad informs me after being surprised that, as a massive reader, I am horrified a the thought of possessing one), and a pen and paper (not a sniff of a laptop or calculator) and emigrate to Nepal.