Remembering phone cards

As we continue to go through all out chattels, having recently moved house, we come across all sorts of things. This week I found an air pistol, all my old work ID cards, about 400 pens (mostly dry), a picture of an ancient relative. And phone cards.

Anyone under 30 will not recognise these, but in the 1980s and 90s they were the thing to have – almost a status symbol. Coin operated phone boxes seemed so old fashioned, and if you were one of the many whose house did not have a landline, they were the best way to stay in touch.

The original cards (the bright green ones), used 1980s state of the art optical technology. Sounds great but in reality that meant they had a strip on one side that got steadily burnt away as you made a call. In 1996 they were replaced by the other ones with chips, and we thought they would go on forever. After all, mobile phones were huge bricks, only used by market traders and rich people.

Now I keep my life on my phone. The world seems very distant when we had phone cards, cheque books, filofaxes, cameras with films, portable TVs, paper memos at work, encyclopaedias. Technology evolves so quickly that even my iPhone is beginning to feel old hat. I wonder what the next breakthrough will be. Gartner suggests “Agentic AI” as the big thing for 2025, where AIs think for themselves. I wonder if the robots will know how to use a phone card.