The internet and ones frustration when deprived.

My internet connection went down over the weekend and I was suddenly reminded of a time when I used to actually interact with people in real life AND watch television on the regular. Panic and fear set in and as I became aware of the fact I may have important unread emails and Facebook messages, my already unreliable heart missed a beat and my constantly clammy hands became that much clammier. In the day or so that it took the nice engineer to fix the problem I did not fully settle and was beset with unease and so I must ask myself "why?"

After about 45 seconds deliberation these are the conclusions reached:

-I am not a fan of telephones. I do not like talking on them or texting. I hardly ever put credit in my mobile and I do not posses a land line. This is due to the fact although I am labeled as ignorant I prefer to type instead of text and when I type I prefer to do it on a full sized keyboard using real language instead of typing an abbreviated mess with one fat thumb (have fatter thumbs than anyone you are ever likely to encounter but on the plus side, the ladies love them). I find "textspeak" in all it's Orwellian glory to be an abomination, robbing normal people of their ability to converse and limiting the options of inflection and conveyance.

-When I am at home and I want to vegetate, I would prefer it to be completely on my terms. With the internet I am able to pick and choose when and how I am entertained and in whatever format I choose. The option to educate myself is there at any moment, as is the option to watch a video where one semi-attractive lady might kiss another one and beyond. I can stimulate my mind and memory with a plethora of information or watch Kimbo beat the living shit out of an ill-prepared and latterly apologetic young man.

-I can choose the type of music I want to listen to/download and any accompanying video I may choose to watch as if by magic.

-I do not have nor can I afford SKY+

Thank you internets.

P.S. also a big shout out to the engineer squatting at the side of the road on Saturday morning for fixing the fault that affected LS28 even though my girlfriend (oh hell yes I do have one) wouldn't let me stop and offer you a bacon butty from the cafe over the road. Thinking on, said cafe does do a nice line in West Indian cooking, curry goat/jerk chicken/roti etc. Although that's probably by the by.