A cocktail bar owner has installed a Faraday cage in his walls to prevent mobile phone signals entering the building.
Steve Tyler of the Gin Tub, in Hove, East Sussex, is hoping customers will be encouraged to talk to each other rather than looking at their screens.
He has installed metal mesh in the walls and ceiling of the bar which absorbs and redistributes the electromagnetic signals from phones and wireless devices to prevents them entering the interior of the building.
Why you hating on millennials, Bro?
(Score: 1, Funny) by Anonymous Coward on Friday September 30 2016, @10:49PM
A phone can be a crutch for people in a situation where they are alone and being "checked out" by strangers. Holding a phone, there's always something for women to do before Mr. Right taps them on the shoulder and makes some witty opening line.
(Score: 4, Insightful) by The Mighty Buzzard on Friday September 30 2016, @11:07PM
Crutches are for the disabled. Healthy people can stand on their own.
My rights don't end where your fear begins.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday October 01 2016, @02:03AM
But unfortunately people are far from healthy. Most people are far from healthy.
Pulling away a crutch just leads them to fall in far more devious ways. Frittering away the moments of your life on a phone is probably one of the least destructive, and getting them to a point of being comfortable in their own skin is a large undertaking. Most people won't accomplish it.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday October 01 2016, @10:08AM
Frittering away the moments of your life on a phone is probably one of the least destructive, and getting them to a point of being comfortable in their own skin is a large undertaking.
Just play this everywhere to remind these people that they're just: [youtube.com]
If nothing else, the alarm clock sounds might jolt them out of their handheld device induced haze.
Besides, those millenials listen to crappy, crappy music.
Warning: The following links are NSFE*!
Have you ever heard Fallout Boy [youtube.com], Justin Bieber [youtube.com], The Kings of Leon [youtube.com] or Britney Spears [youtube.com]? Yuck.
*NSFE = Not Safe For Ears
(Score: 2) by Pslytely Psycho on Saturday October 01 2016, @11:45AM
Oh please, Pink Floyd lyrics?
Why that's nothing compared to the artistic styling Nicki Minaj:
If you cute then the crew can roll
If you sexy eat my coo-coo raw
Put ya cape on, you a super hoe
2012, I'm at the superbowl
Stupid hoes is my enemy
Stupid hoes is so whack
Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me
Then she coulda probably came back
Stupid hoes is my enemy
Stupid hoes is so whack
Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me
Then she coulda probably came back
You're a stupid hoe
You're a stupid hoe
You're a stupid hoe
And I ain't hit that note,
But, fuck you stupid hoe
Yeah, fuck you stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe,
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe,
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
Seriously though, I nearly flubbed typing the 'artistic styling' line due to laughing so hard I couldn't type.
If you truly want NSFE....this should be near the top. It make BS* totally listenable in comparison!!!
I miss lyrics with meaning.......
*Britney Spears
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(Score: 2) by mcgrew on Saturday October 01 2016, @03:43PM
-1, ghetto language. UGH! Listening to rap is bad emough, I don't want to READ that uneducated, ignorant, aliterate bullshit.
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(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday October 01 2016, @04:32PM
-1, ghetto language. UGH!
You buggin', nigga!
It ain't rap, it hip-hop, homes.
We just be chillin' like a villain, mothafucka!
Why you hatin'?
just take yo skinny ass up outa here!*
* Translator is available [youtube.com].
(Score: 1) by Francis on Saturday October 01 2016, @02:59PM
Interesting that you say that. I once went on a date with a deaf woman and having cell phones to text back and forth made things a lot easier.
(Score: 2) by The Mighty Buzzard on Sunday October 02 2016, @10:33AM
ASL would have been easier but yeah that's a nifty life hack.
My rights don't end where your fear begins.
(Score: 1) by Francis on Sunday October 02 2016, @04:39PM
I would have learned ASL if things had worked out for that very reason. But, it takes a fair amount of time to learn any form of sign language and the dictionaries aren't as accessible as they are for other languages. So much of the meaning of the signs comes from rather subtle movements that don't show up very well in the few dictionaries that exist.
She really revealed, just how little I use my eyes for these days.
(Score: 2) by jasassin on Tuesday October 04 2016, @07:31AM
Roesetta stone and Spanish. Make more money, and meet lots more women. Four years as a relay operator, and miho.
jasassin@gmail.com GPG Key ID: 0xE6462C68A9A3DB5A
(Score: 5, Insightful) by Ethanol-fueled on Friday September 30 2016, @11:11PM
Or a way for wimpy dudes to look more important and less desperate than staring at the hot blonde's tits, kind of like Linus' security blanket -- with the added potential for discrete creepshots.
On another note, perhaps we should let them have their connectivity -- have you ever heard millennials actually converse? They start every sentence by actually saying, "Hashtag..." and were raised with a whole generation of shit uncontroversial humor and political correctness, so they're incapable of being controversial or funny. The best conversation you're gonna get out of them is hearing them bash Donald Trump, and even that's a pretty low bar.
My generation(technically the ass-end of millennial but gen-X is spirit) interprets having one's phone out while sitting at the bar as, "Don't fucking talk to me."
(Score: 5, Funny) by NotSanguine on Friday September 30 2016, @11:13PM
I think you may be losing your edge, Eth.
I just modded you 'insightful'
Or is it still too early out in your neck of the woods to be half in the bag yet?
No, no, you're not thinking; you're just being logical. --Niels Bohr
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Friday September 30 2016, @11:38PM
#DrunkenLawnEnthusiast #KillAnyoneOverThirty
(Score: 2) by archfeld on Saturday October 01 2016, @06:40AM
87 is the new 30, or something like that. Smart phones don't kill pubs, douchebags using them in lieu of interacting in a real social environment do.
For the NSA : Explosives, guns, assassination, conspiracy, primers, detonators, initiators, main charge, nuclear charge
(Score: 2) by Pslytely Psycho on Saturday October 01 2016, @11:31AM
Sure smart phones killed pubs. They're reading instead of drinking.
At least they're reading.....sorta...
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(Score: 2) by archfeld on Saturday October 01 2016, @05:43PM
When they develop an App that can 3D print me a good stout I might concede that the pubs are dead, but until then all I can say is that smart phones have shut up the retards that used to yell into their cell phones and made my darts league a little more interesting. More idiots walk in front of the dart boards during 501 games now then ever before.
For the NSA : Explosives, guns, assassination, conspiracy, primers, detonators, initiators, main charge, nuclear charge
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday October 01 2016, @03:03PM
have you ever heard millennials actually converse?
No and apparently thank God for that.
They start every sentence by actually saying, "Hashtag..."
Uuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there was a nub on IRC that tried to insert hashtags as part of their text. I had to explain they were spouting off channel names as IRC doesn't know what a hashtag is. I can't believe Twithole made it this far - I want my Internet back.
(Score: 2) by rigrig on Saturday October 01 2016, @02:47AM
Holding a phone, there's always something for women to do before Mr. Right taps them on the shoulder and makes some witty opening line.
I couldn't make up my mind, please pick one response to read, and ignore the other one:
a) Appearing engaged, discouraging uninvited people from bothering you anyway since...uhm, never!
b) I too fondly remember those good old days when women going out with a friend were never bothered by complete strangers.
No one remembers the singer.