“They” reckon if you’ve been in the forces or in prison, you’ll never forget your number. Surely true of my dad and his service number in the LFB.
Now I can remember my Mum’s Co-op number from 60 years ago (174163), my social security number, my employee number on my wage slip, index plates of most of the cars and bikes I’ve owned, numerous phone numbers, some not used for years, and on a good day, my mobile phone number.
So why the heck can’t I remember the access key number for the bloody Xerox machine just round the corner in the office?
Oh, it counts for co-op numbers too, of course. If you’re ever captured by Sainsbury’s all you’re required to give them is name, rank and clubcard points.
I suck at remembering things like this. I can always remember my national insurance number… right up until I need it for something. It took me about 3 years to learn my mobile number, but after doing that I forgot my mom’s number which was previously the only number I knew
This memory dilemma was explained to me by a ‘head’ doctor recently.
Unfortunately I cannot remember all he said but apparently those irritating things that you can’t remember in your short term memory eventually become those things you can’t forget in your long term memory.
Of course old age then steps in and confuses this theory.
What am I doing here? Where has the nurse gone? Can someone take me to the toilet?
Ha! 47033! Armed with this knowledge some nefarious individual could steal your Xerox machine’s identity! If I see a microwave with false papers gaining entry to the Cabinet Office by masquerading as a photocopier I’ll know who to blame!
And I don’t even like to think what the Russians could do with your mum’s co-op account…
