Dawn of the Dumb by Charlie Brooker

Author:Charlie Brooker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Humor, cookie429, General, Television programs, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780571238415
Publisher: Faber
Published: 2007-11-01T22:25:01+00:00

On having a nice day

[23 June 2006]

Greetings from America, where everyone’s so bloody friendly and laid-back and nice it makes you want to puke blood in their faces. Earlier today I found myself sharing an elevator with one of the bellboys, and, to make conversation, I asked him whether they had any celebrities staying in the hotel.

‘Every guest is a celebrity to us,’ he replied, without pausing. And then he smiled.

A few minutes later I’m standing in a corridor, when an engineer walks by.

‘Hello there,’ says the engineer. ‘My name’s Frank.’ He taps his nametag. It is indeed. He smiles. ‘You need anything fixing, any trouble with the TV in your room, computer problems, anything—just call the front desk, ask for me.’

‘Um, OK,’ I say. ‘Thanks, Frank.’

‘You’re welcome’, says Frank.

‘Have a great day now.’ Then he taps his cap and ambles away, whistling.

I almost have to pinch myself. I’ve just experienced precisely the sort of benevolent human encounter that only occurs in preschool children’s programmes, except it was real.

In the afternoon I visit a high-street clothing store. Nothing posh; part of a chain. I examine a pullover, but I’m not sure if it’s my size. XXL appears to be the only one available. I turn to look for an assistant, and discover one’s already beside me, standing at precisely the right distance—close enough to be of use, not so near as to seem invasive.

‘I think we still have those in other sizes,’ he says. ‘Want me to check?’

A few minutes later, I’m buying the pullover. While he’s folding it perfectly, the assistant (whose name is Milo) asks if there are any cool bands in England he should know about. He’d been holding out hope of seeing the Libertines, but they split up, which sucked. I rack my brains, but can’t think of any cool new bands. Not one. Lamely, I offer the Arctic Monkeys. It turns out Milo’s heard them, and thinks they’re pretty good, but something about his manner implies he’s a touch underwhelmed.

In an excruciating bid to curry favour with my new friend, I say I hear there’s this new girl called Lily Alien who’s been getting a lot of coverage. Milo writes her name down on a piece of paper and tells me I’m awesome. I walk out of the shop feeling young and fashionable. But I’ve never heard Lily Alien. What I just did was almost unbearably pathetic; somehow Milo made it seem OK.

Everywhere I turn, members of the service industry are smiling at me, holding doors open, straining to help. I know most of the time they’re angling for tips, but I don’t care. Sometimes they’re just being nice. In London, Frank the engineer would’ve told me to piss off. The clothes shop guy wouldn’t have said anything. I’d be nothing. I’d be less than dirt. Here I’m treated like Sir Lordship of Kings.

Now it’s getting late. I’m in my room, typing this. There’s a problem with the TV But I don’t call reception and ask them to send Frank up.

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