Quite how “bewildered”, “frail” or “forgetful” (or whatever other euphemism my loving relatives choose for my incipient Alzheimer’s) I turn out to be, doesn’t matter very much. It will simply be more convenient all round for people to know where the old dear is. I’m sure I shall have given my consent . Between a little electronic chip and the kind of constant vigilance that means you’re only allowed out on the town when someone gives you permission, or worse still takes you, the choice is obvious.
Frankly I’m more worried about losing it (the tag, I mean). If the plan is that the chip doesn’t need to be in a criminal-style leg-band, but can just be slipped into my mobile phone…well, I lose that enough now at age 52. What will I be like at 85? Perhaps it would be sensible to go for the subcutaneous variety that people put in their dogs.
That’s me sorted then. But I have no doubt that it wont be long before the plans for tagging (sorry, “tracking” is the new word of choice) Alzheimer’s sufferers, proposed by the government science minister and now backed by the Alzheimer’s Society, will be taken up elsewhere.
The case for tagging children is surely even stronger.