The following is a poem written by my Dad sometime in the early 70s to my Mum. Some of the terms may be outdated now, for which I appologise for if they cause distress. I've published it here in memory of my Dad. MISSING SOCKS Elephant in jungle dies, Far

I have no idea where this Poem originates from, but it has made a signifiant impression on a close family member. I share it here in the hope someone else stumbles across it someday. It amuses me the no wireless has new meaning, these days it often means Internet access,

For reasons I will not go into here, I've had cause to consider my own mortality earlier today, I was not being morbid or feeling depressed, I was just pondering about life in general. The thought occurred to me, that I would want a particular piece of music to be

As I sit here on mute, on another conference call, about another IT project roll out I find myself thinking about life online. I've been using the Internet since about 1994 using gopher to find information, long before google or bing. I using online directories to find things prior to