Plop
Grandad October 8th, 2011
There are times when technology really pisses me off.
I was quietly sitting here minding my own business, listening to the radio and half dozing when Plop.
Yes, Plop.
The dreaded sound of a sudden powercut.
When power is restored, there is usually a cacophony of whirrs, clicks and buzzes and all the technology comes back to live, but the act of dying merely produces a Plop.
I checked a few sockets and found that it was only a fuse that had blown. That happens on a regular basis so it’s no worry. I just bunged in a higher rating fuse. I was out of 30s to I whacked in a 60. That’ll teach it.
After all the whirrs, clicks and buzzes ceased I thought I would check the Interweb.
No fucking Interweb!
For some reason, my little wireless thingy with the little aerials has ceased to function. I couldn’t connect.
I tried running a cable to my laptop, but that didn’t work either.
Fuck!
Then I remembered I had an old one lying around. I don’t know where it came from, but it was there being used as a book stand. I’ll let the Other Fella poke around in the dud one. He actually enjoys that sort of shite.
It works. Not very well, but I suppose it’s better than nothing. After all, you lot would have a fit if I didn’t make an appearance.
Fucking technology!
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