I don’t own a freezer. There are several reasons for this: I like fresh food, I hate Findus crispy pancakes and it shaves quite a bit off my carbon footprint. Before you think I’m some kind of environmental do-gooder I should explain that I am saving my carbon allowance, jealously hoarding it, squirreling it away for the day I need it, which is of course the day I die.
Or do I? As an atheist I don’t believe in the survival of human personality after death and the thought of eternal dark emptiness and the eradication of all I am quite frankly put the willies up me good and proper. (Or gives me the wiggins for any american readers.) As such I am going for cryonics. The ethics of cryonics have been debated since the early 20th century, then a bloke called Dr James Bedford, a 73 year old psychology professor really set the metaphorical cat among the non-literal pigeons, when on 12th of June 1967, just as “Whiter Shade Of Pale” hit number one, he became the first man to be cryonically frozen.
There is some debate as to the success of the operation and the main freezer geezer – Dr Raymond Nelson’s methods were primative to say the least. Certainly the poor grammar of the title of his book “We Froze The First Man” does not inspire confidence. That aside, for my liking, Bedford is a brave pioneer attempting to cheat death itself and travel into a distant and unknown future. He is living, or rather dieing, the dream.
I sincerely hope he isn’t dissappointed when he wakes up, nothing anywhere near as good as “Whiter Shade Of Pale” has been released in decades and I see little hope for the future. It is this terrible dilemma between enjoying a dream and genuinely trying for it which has always held me back from buying Mr. Frosty.
I won’t let the fact that I have never owned or used Mr. Frosty (or his close friend Percy Penguin) prevent me from reviewing it. After some research it turns out that no one has ever owned it, certainly not anyone who uses the internet anyway. Feel free to take it as a rousing endorsement that everyone who has ever bought one spends all day crushing ice to make delicious frosy snacks. Mmmmmm. Like everyone else I always wanted one and never got one, but should I dream the dream again and risk being dissappointed?
Part of the reason no one ever had one is that this maker of deliciously fruity freezing cold treats only ever seems to be sold in Britain around Christmas, when it’s the last thing you want and all the ice cubes in the house are busy being smothered in Baileys or whatever the fad liquor of the moment was. It being shaped like a snowman has meant that it’s yuletide sell out rush is one of consumer society’s greatest examples of form over function. It looks like great fun though and will hopefully still be around in a few thousand years when me and James Bedford are defrosted and welcomed back by Prime Minister Tony Benn XXVII.
Hopefully the future will be carbon neutral and “Whiter Shade Of Pale” will still be available to buy. Me, James and Tony will listen to it as we enjoy a Frosty Treat, floating above the deep blue oceans on our hover-deckchairs.