Child of the Sixties

Phew! If you're not of my generation you won't get this, but I never used a computer at school. We had a one hour per week booking, by phone, to the local college, where their computer connected to our over-sized terminal and printer. I assume the computer was in a room the size of a football pitch with flashing lights, bells and buzzes and enough magnetic tape to go around the world from pole to pole. It probably had the power of a small abacus.

I say 'we'. I never got to use it. 'Not high enough in the pecking order I guess. I tried to look, through the tiny Victorian windows of the boxy room, like some urchin peering into a toy shop on Christmas Eve, me and my mates, Dodge and Tiny Tim, but we were always moved on my a teacher flexing a malacca cane with relish,

Subsequently I never used a PC until my Dad bought a steam-powered Amstrad in my mid twenties. I don't think I properly used one in a place of work until I was about 27.

Hence I find myself ripping my hair out, something I can ill afford to do, at my sheer incompetence in trying to launch and manage this website. Latest problems include adding a brand new A**ebook and Tw*tter account. All done now, but there was some swearing!

Now I've got to tackle the basics of the various pages and get both of the new social media accounts on my phone. One day I'll start writing something proper.