Refillable Pilot V7 – another of my doomed attempts to profit from product placement
Yesterday I missed posting and had to do it in the early hours of the morning. It had, as the post reveals, been a vexing day. When I tried to link to the post I found I had managed not to post it, and although it was on my list when I checked the posts, it was still a draft. I have just posted. A senior moment, and today looks like it may be a vexatious day too.
I mentioned Bargain Hunt yesterday, then realised there may be people who don’t know what its true place in society is. It basically fills the place that religion used to hold for many of us in the UK, and the political space that Marx claimed for religion – being the opiate of the people (or opium of the masses or whatever translation you prefer). Well, it is for those of us who are retired.
Pilot V7 – I wonder if a box of free pens is heading my way? You do hear stories . . .
There have been some heated discussions in the antiques world , I admit. I’ve been in some of them. But antique dealers have never declared war on anyone just because they prefer Clarice Cliff to Susie Cooper, or consider Christopher Dresser to be the anti-Christ.
I looked for a new pen on Amazon yesterday as I sometimes like to use fineliners like the Pilot V7. I have a couple that are on their last legs and was wondering about buying some more. The trouble is that they are a little pricey for what they are, and they aren’t very ecological. Well, I found one on Amazon tha is refillable and, according to the card, is 72% recycled plastic and has 56% less CO2 impact. They don’t saw what it is actually 56% less than but it is a pen, not a politician, so it is probably not a downright lie.
Yes, not buying a new pen would have 100% less carbon impact, but it’s a start.
An advertising claim that is not as clear as it could be . . .
I have managed not to get addicted to Bargain Hunt or any of the equivalent programs thanks to a profound ignorance of antiques which I have cultivated carefully over the years.
I find antiques, and the places that sell them, to be tranquil areas of calm. Even auctions have a deceptive rhythm.
We have used up most of our old pens here. Some I can get refills for, others no, and I have had to let those go. I do save the springs, as sometimes those can be used in other pens..
Saving the springs is a sensible thing to do. I have used them for several repairs over the years when I have dropped a spring or another has weakened in a piece of equipment.
When Bargain Hunt starts Jackie says “Time for your snooze”
🙂 Sound like my life . . .
When my latest child was looking at universities I went with her and collected as many givaway pens as I could. I still have them. It was quite a while ago. I don’t buy pens anymore.
Free pens? If only . . . Haven’t seen one for years. A thing of the past, I’m afraid. If such a thing still exists it’s likely being used by an honest politician riding on a unicorn.
Keep us posted about those pens.
Will do. I generally use them for writing labels for my collection. I used to use them all the time but cost and thoughts of waste stopped me using them. For writing poetry I prefer something with a softer feel and have gone over the Parker ballpoints. The fountain pens were beginning to need too much cleaning. 🙂
Fascinating, I’ve never given that much thought to pens. Although I’m told I don’t give much thought to anything serious. Interesting that you like a thick pen though, I like those thin biros, probably have a CO2 impact of 100% but when you consider all the coffee pods that are used world wide every day, I’m not going to guilt trip myself. Bargain Hunt? I used to watch that while I was eating my dinner (I think posh people call it lunch) Did you ever watch Coach Trip? Now there was a gem 😂
I used to love coach trip but eventually drifted away from it. I’m now considering some serious self-improvement via Countdown but not sure if I’m quite ready. I used to like Bic biros, but then my fingers stopped working. “Old age and biro choices” – a poem in embryo . . . 🙂