Transcript written – 26 July 2005
Now I like computers, I’m not sure they like me…..
I just can’t seem to get along with this tech-nol-ogee
It’s all hard drive this and scuzzy that
I’m sure this stuff was designed to make me look a prat.
All I want to do is to send my mate a simple, hi, hello
but the modem ain’t plugged in, so I have to go below.
Now I’ve plugged it in, blessed blinkin’ wires
I’ve typed it out and pressed send mail, but a password It requires.
I’ve dug the password out from my paper password stack,
hooray, it’s been accepted…but damn, it sent it back.
Big underscore billie underscore burton 1 4 6 9 @fsnet.com, it’s so bleedin complicated, no wonder I get it wrong.
After 14 goes, 6 typed mails, then I send the email proper..
Now I’m dreading the reply in case I’ve come a cropper.
Hours go by, I check my mail and still, there’s no reply
Computers got my nerves on edge, I think I’m gonna cry
After 4 days and 16 hours, a message I receive
It says, ” Hello, ugly, An insult I perceive.
After trying too hard and getting no joy, I’m feeling quite alone.
I’ve packed up the computer, I think I’ll use the phone.
Now what was his number, shit!! It was on the computer
©Phil Gregory 2005
