A friend of mine absolutely abhors the most of the technology of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.
He's currently writing a novel (and actually managing to do so) in longhand. When visiting he and his wife in Wales, my bedroom has by it a candle in a "Wee Willy Winky" dish, replete with snuffer. The house is heated only by the log fire in the living room, and he rarely uses the electric lights. He was highly commended in the BBC's Wildlife photographer of the year, for a shot he took with a Victorian plate camera, and he cuts his garden lawn with a scythe - for which he has two blades, obviously. He drinks red wine, and a couple of years ago decided to take up smoking, of which he takes a pipe, naturally, and now instructs me to replenish his favoured tobacco - which can only be had from a shop in Picadilly - whenever I visit.

Television? What?
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 4 Nov 2010, 14:34, 1 reply)

Furry muff
If he's happy and not just doing it 'for the look' then each to their own. Probably quite an energy-efficient lifestyle, other than sending you all the way to That London for his baccy.
(Dermot O'Logical, Fri 5 Nov 2010, 15:34, closed)