I see myself as a fairly ordinary bloke.
I muddle along through life, doing the best I can and occasionally jotting my thoughts down here. I don’t see anything extraordinary in that?
But then I come across something like this –
Are your folks missing out because they’re not online?
Have you ever tried to help?
We know how difficult it can be!
Aha! So that’s where I have been going wrong? It explains one hell of a lot. I shouldn’t be messing around here on the Interweb at all. I have to wait until the daughter shows me how.
I will look forward to that.
So apparently she is going to teach me about “Using the mouse”? That’s wrong for a start. I don’t want to use the little fucker – I just want to kill it. It has been shitting all over the place and resolutely ignoring all the traps.
Then there is “Sending an email”. Again, that’s wrong. I want to know how to send thousands of emails with one press of a key. Those Viagra won’t sell themselves.
And “Shopping online”? No, no, no! That won’t do. I need a course on “Stopping shopping online”. Maybe then I could teach it to Herself. Badly needed. Just ask the poor postman.
Delving onto the site, I found a links page with all the links that any old fart would need. There is a section there called “Blogs written by Older People”. That’ll be interesting, I thought. And what do I find in there? Me. Me and Grannymar. The only two they could find? And we are not even related? Fuck!
So I am being held up as a beacon of light to the Old Folk of Ireland? If that old fart can do it, then anyone can? Hah!
In the meantime, I had better let the daughter know about this site so she can start teaching me.
Now, if only I knew how to use email………………