Friday, June 4, 2010
Hands up who loves reading obituaries? I have to admit I'm a shameless wallower in short biogs of the recently departed. As a national newspaper hack a few years ago, often left in charge of the newsdesk after everyone had a) gone home or b) gone to the pub, I used to have a surreptitious glance in the file where the obituaries of The Queen Mother, now gone but then still fuelled by cigarettes and gin, the Queen and a few other notaries were held, ready to go when they went. Sometimes obituaries end up print by accident, when the subject isn't even dead. My favourite story is Dave Swarbrick, the folk musician, who was reported to have died of a chest infection in the Midlands. In fact he was alive and well enough to joke that, 'It wasn't the first time I've died in Coventry.'
I was reminded of the wonder of obituaries when I read recently of John Shepherd-Barron. Not a household name. However, most if not of all us will have used his most famous invention - the ATM machine (or hole-in-the-wall to us Brits.) Like all the best ideas it came to him in the bath (I often wonder how much inspiration I miss out on by taking showers...). He'd been to the bank on a Saturday to cash a cheque back in the 1960s, when banks closed at lunchtime on a Saturday. He arrived one minute late to find there was no chance of him getting his cash. Much aggrieved, he sloped off to home to scratch his head (and wash his back). He came up with the idea of a vending machine that issued cash rather than chocolate bars.
A Barclays executive who was supposed to make the first ceremonial withdrawal had trouble mastering the PIN system, making him the prototype for many of us, so for the benefit of the watching media the transaction had be faked. 'We finally bogused it from behind,' Shepherd-Barron said later. He had a way with words, too.
His eyes turned to the US and big money. However, the US regarded it as 'a wacky European idea that wouldn't sell in America.' But then the Bank of Pennsylvania placed an order for six machines, and the idea went global. There's now an ATM in Antarctica. Shepherd- Barron once said: 'In northern Thailand I saw a man get off his ox cart, go and get money out of the wall and then get back on his cart. It really brought home to me that I had come up with a worldwide idea.'
The device was never patented. Doing so would have involved disclosing the coding system. Apparently - and this is the sort of great thing you learn from obituaries - the machines have a high level of security but are not perfect and have been targeted by many a criminal. In Ireland, for example, gangs regularly stage smash-and-grab raids, using the unsubtle but often effective method of using industrial diggers to rip entire machines out of the wall.
His money made, Shepherd-Barron retired to Scotland, where he continued to dabble in the ideas game, with lesser success. A snail farming project and a fish farm both ran into problems, the latter when voracious seals preyed on his salmon.
Ingenious to the last, he came up with a device which emitted the sound of killer whales to drive the seals away. The seals were undeterred. He described them thus: 'They're clever scoundrels – it's only ended up attracting them more.'
Dan - Friday
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