The computer
is playing up and refuses to perform instructions . It will not
justify some text, the fonts jump about ,
spacing goes haywire . There is an
epic post ready
to go from an overseas correspondent but the text is all over the place . Gnash, gnash . Scores
of other articles should be worked on ,
but are set aside because of the irritating
problem.
As I sit
hunched over the bothersome computer , day and night , bitten by what seem to be sandflies, it is like a scene from the British comedy Little
Britain –which inspired the name of this
blog- and the equally
mad Fawlty Towers. In Little
Britain there was a skit where the computer frequently refused to make a booking when asked to do so. My computer makes me so angry I
feel like emulating Basil Fawlty who beat his
car with a branch when it played
up . I get the urge to dash outside , grab one of the irksome many fallen palm fronds ,
come back inside and use it
to whip the devilish
computer .
The computer may
be getting revenge because I left it behind in Queensland when
we went to Darwin for two weeks to see
our new great granddaughter and
attend our son’s 50th birthday party in the casino.
While in Darwin I was given the use of a small
computer which had been dumped by an accursed French backpacker next to a garbage bin . It also said non in a most infuriating way .
For example : to get the
letter A , you pressed Q ; for W you hit the last letter of the alphabet which this computer has long refused to show ; M was a real surprise-? . No wonder the EU is in a diabolical economic mess
if its computers
perform like this deranged one.
Driven to a frenzy by the
monster , I flung it aside and tried to access Little Darwin online from three other computers , two in the Legislative Assembly parliamentary
library , and they all said NO!!! It was
enough to make me want to hit the red
wine in a big way at the Friday Club luncheon
and fall down in a swoon
in the Noodle House. Going on the screeching of the Curlews outside they are just as neurotic as am I .
