"It's for your own good, dear" That must be the thinking behind minds of the admirers of Indiana Jones who are the devisers of computer software. They must think that there is some sort of virtue gained in overcoming the traps they set for you in trying to perform the simplest action. Only the latest of these traps was when I started writing this post what seems like hours ago and I typed the first "W" in the title. Instantly the internet vanished (why is this now in italics?) and I was left with only a blank Word document on the screen.
This has come at the end of a long week when we have collected the motorhome (this week's preferred term is campervan, keep up) and are packing up the accumulation of possessions, which are being divided into a triage of Taking, Storing and Chucking with the seconds ticking away until the packers turn up on Tuesday morning and squirrel away our most vitally needed documents, addresses, clothing etc. into a place beyond recall so that our meticulously constructed playing card edifice crashes around our ears as soon as we reach the continental mainland and find that we have zero means of communicating with anyone and all our bank accounts have been closed.
On top of this I have been delivered of a handsome new wireless laptop, the software of which bears no resemblance to what had been having enough frustrations with anyway and whose keyboard has, if not a mind of its own, at least a residue of the minds who created it, which has outwitted mine. Am I rambling? Yes I am. To the pub.
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When you finally complete your wrestle with the new laptop and its mysterious operating system, turn the sound on, navigate to this link and press the play button.
http://frgdr.com/blog/2007/09/19/
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I hope my nude photo doesn't offend.
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