when sat at in front of this computer.

(which I have tried not to be today as its jo's birthday, but she is chatting with a friend in the garden now so I am getting my little fix of pc based fun and aggravation)

"Just post the cunting comment NOW you cunt fuck bastid shit head knob splitting shitbag!!!!"

"Yes. That button. Yep that on there. Let me point it out to you again. Cliky fucking click cocksucker! FUCKING WAKE UP AND DOOOOOOO IT NOW!!!!"

"No, what - why the fuck are you doing that now? You vindictive half wit fuck bag peice of cunting SHIT!"

"Die. Just turn off. No! No? did I actually ask you to back up my personal storage? So why would I be bothered that you cannot in fact do that? So if you could just stop telling me that you cant do it and actually do the fucking thing I asked you to do FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES AGO AND TURN OFF AND DIE BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO GO TO BED AND TRY AND SLEEP OFF THE RAGE HEADACHE AN ENTIRE NIGHT OF TRYING TO SEND ONE MESSAGE VIA YOU GENERALLY CAUSES you git."

And my favourite, which I have just had to do - the old sit here with a frown on my face, knocking on the monitor screen as the pc refuses to move or respond to anything

"hello? any one in there? Helllloooooooooooooooo?"

Modern life is rubbish.

Or my pc is.

Or all three.