A major research project is being launched into the long-term affects of mobile phones on brain development in children.
Imperial College London is planning to track 2,500 11-12-year-old mobile users over the next three years, testing thinking skills, memory and attention.
I think I can save them the effort, time and money – I can categorically state that mobile phones scramble the brain, not just of children but of many adults, too.
And it’s nothing to do with radio waves, after all, who uses a mobile phone for making calls any more – so passé.
No, it’s texting, tweeting, Snapchatting, Facebook and games that are the big attraction now (though that was yesterday, today’s big thing might be completely different).
I’m not a technophobe (as Tony might think – see Youth View, right); I like my phone, iPad and iMac – but I don’t need to be glued to them 24/7 like so many folk nowadays.
My daughters are a good example, both very intelligent and apparently sensible girls but both inseparable from their phones, which is fine until it gets dropped down the toilet (twice!). I mean, who needs the phone in the loo?
And I pity teachers who try to control the use of mobiles in school. They’re carried by youngsters on the pretext of them being necessary to contact parents in case of an emergency, but how many incidents occur in school that require children to phone home immediately?
Keeping children on track is difficult enough without them having a mobile entertainment system available (even if surreptitiously) at any time.
n My phone is always left at home when I take our dog out for a walk – it’s my time for ‘quiet contemplation’ and thinking.
However, our morning strolls over the last couple of weeks have been far from quiet – the birds we encounter along the paths and lanes seem to have been extra noisy this year. At one point on Sunday I was enveloped in a cacophony of sound which was almost disorientating.
However, one worry is that for the first time in 17 years there’s been no cuckoo calling in the fields and fens around our village. Fingers-crossed, perhaps they’ve just been delayed en route from Africa.
LATE NEWS: Heard a faint cuckoo call as I walked the dog yesterday morning!