LOOK AT  LIFE . ...WITH THE MAN who sEES.....
.........the internet.	There's this bloke a few doors up - nice bloke, bit odd , wears socks with Beatles lyrics on them -  anyway, he won a load of dosh on a scratch cardI and blew it all on a computer.	I didn't see him for a few weeks. Said  he had to get to grips with the internet and  E-mails and that. Didn't want to become a Luddite.
Anyway, it wasn't long before my wife said she saw him holding it over the balcony, screaming, with tears of frustration in his eyes .	Then he tells me he's building a website. Curtains drawn all day, lights on all night - it wasn't healthy.	If I did see him - going to stock up on Weetabix or to the off-licence  - he just spoke gobbledygook; 'ethernet processing hyperlink protocol ' or some bollocks .
Up there is a bloody great mast pumping this rubbish into peoples homes. They want to go for a long walk or read a book instead of frying there brains in front of screens.	Anyway, this bloke I'm telling you about strolled into the pub last night like nothing had changed. He sat next to me with his drink and do you now what he said?	He said 'now that I've done it, I can't see why I thought it was so important.'