As we near the end of April I also find myself reaching the end of my patience with technology.
Yet again my teeth are being ground down to the nerve by the never ending gnashing and grinding of my jaw.
I have very little faith that I would be of any use whatsoever in the event of some kind of global catastrophe.
Never before in the history of the human race have we become so utterly dependant so very quickly upon little tiny machines made of cheap plastic and wires.
In the week that celebrates the 30th anniversary of the Spectrum ZX I find myself cursing the invention of electricity.
|30 Years old and as useless today as I am!|
From the buzzing noise of the fan from my laptop to the failure of Sky Go to... well- GO! To the resounding sulkiness of my mobile phone refusing to accept an update.
The other night I wanted to watch the football. However MRs H had taken control of the remote control and was in charge so it was zombies all the way (until it got dark anyway – she won’t watch horror after dark – the wimp!)
But not being able to watch a game of kicking ball on the big screen is not the end of the world anymore. We now have the ability to view live action from across the world on the little boxes on our laps. And so that is what I set out to do.
Clicking on the link I eagerly awaited the screen to launch into the Chelsea v Barcelona game.
But alas this is what popped up in front of my eyes instead.
After many attempts and a little swearing I gave up and decided to speak to somebody at sky TV direct to resolve this issue of mine.
Here is an extract from my conversion...
|Click to Englarge - as the acress said to the bishop...|
Alas I missed what I am led to believe was a very entertaining example of Millionaires’ running about for a bit.
It seems apparent that with all this doodads and gadgets we now have in our lives to make things easier all we have is done is make things even more complicated and when something that we take for granted suddenly stops working... the whole world might as well take a tea break.
That’s how it seems to me anyway.
Oh yea – and Blogger doesn’t help itself either.