I’ve discovered that My Friend Feedjit’s apparent laxity is actually
no such thing. It knows exactly what it’s doing. It’s becoming very starchy in
its old age and consciously denying me knowledge of visits from iPhones and
BlackBerries. Bit like an overprotective mother intercepting mail sent to her
daughter by an unacceptable suitor. I’m fully expecting it to flash up a
message any minute now saying
It’ll all end in
tears. Just see if it doesn’t.
Given the nature of my last post, this is all I need.
(That word ‘paranoid’ is cropping up again.)
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