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SMUG MODE NOT ADOPTED!
The new computer, which was purchased 3 weeks ago, has never worked properly. Two visits. One installation. I asked for a techie visit, & 6 weeks and five texts later, he arrived. And still things are hit & miss with the, what was estimated to cost me £350, but came in at £850 plus installation. VAT prepaid. Since then, eight texts have been begging and asking the techie to return. For weeks now. This could be because on his belated follow-up, I was having trouble with the Catheter, and the pain was warping my mind like never before – or more likely, as I realised belatedly, I had not paid him for this visit. Sorry, mate. Cash is waiting for you if you can help me with the main problem you identified so long ago during your last unpaid-for visitation. (Sorry about that. This new computer is like Mozart’s “12 Variations on ‘Ah, vous dirai-je, maman’”: Better known today as the melody for “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”, meanwhile, the computer continues to run riot with what it can and cannot do in the system. A few times, to my delight, both hard drives were accessible. Overjoyed, I started moving and/or using them… Fool!

Until CorelDraw froze on me when loading, before the loading had finished. I could do nothing, couldn’t access any other programmes at all, couldn’t even close CorelDraw or the computer, and lost all the work I’d done, again! No choice, I had to unplug everything to close down and reboot (this almost-brand-new) computer. Wanting to cry now. Gave it a few minutes, repowered and booted it up. Opened CorelDraw.
It would have been easier to have stripped naked, gone on the balcony, done a Tarzan yodel and attracted a hundred elderly ladies to form a queue, begging me for rampant sex. For this dream, this dream to come true twice daily, and win the lottery, that I don’t even do!
CorelDraw started to load, and the busy circle turned as usual. Thinking I ought to give it longer to load, I went to the wetroom to evacuate, leaving the program running. You never know, I thought. (I do now, no!) The evacuating Trotsky Terence content, cme and came. I can’t believe that my innards could have held so much, and boy, it was so watery and stinky!
I imagine the evacuation and cleaning everything up must have taken me 40 minutes. Especially with my dropping the mop and it knocking stuff off the floor cabinet: aftershave, fresh-air sprays, toilet rolls, and kitchen towels, to mention a few. Of course, most of the towels and tissues got wet and were thrown away.
When I got back to the computer, the CorelDraw working circle was still spinning, but there were no increases in procedure advancement showing. So, I had to go through the whole procedure again, this time using the Win ‘Reload’ feature. Although I dare not try opening CorelDraw again, I had a brainwave fighting its way through the fog, frustration and futility. As I got this window come up, I’ve had it before, as with all the other graphics & photos being reused today. Cause there is no way I can get them on it without CorelDraw. But the computer was now giving me access to the ‘‘ForWP’’ files! I resisted getting excited; I knew it would not last long from the short history of this new computer.
And I made a good snippet of it and saved it in another file in the ‘‘ForWP’’ folder.
 Tomorrow you will hear of an even more depressing history of this “One Stop Computer Shop” bought computers, wails, woes, worries & disappointments.
I got it in at the top of this blog… but things didn’t last. After all, it’s Inchie we are talking about!
The magical new “One Stop Computer Shop” purchased a computer, but it lost all connections again. At least this time, it held on until I’d actually got a graphic online!
The week’s BP record. A much better week! I tested other programmes. I was refused or challenged a few times. But bear in mind that it was made by Oligarchs in search of global financial domination. Virgin Media, which is owned by Liberty Global, paid Richard Branson (I think, $24b for Virgin Media) and ruined a great service. British Gas, Dell, Pix-Cel. Not forgetting the other Liberty Global-owned or invested in communication companies. Here are a few telecommunications, broadband, and media companies that I know of from the web:
Virgin Media O2 (UK): A 50/50 joint venture with Telefónica, offering broadband, mobile (including O2, giffgaff, and Tesco Mobile), and  B2B services.
VodafoneZiggo (Netherlands): A 50/50 joint venture with Vodafone that provides mobile, broadband, and  TV.
Telenet (Belgium): A consolidated subsidiary providing fixed broadband, pay-TV, and mobile communications via brands like BASE and Play Media.
Virgin Media (Ireland): A fully owned Liberty Global subsidiary providing broadband, mobile, and television services, as well as Virgin Media Television.
UPC (Slovakia): A wholly-owned telecommunications provider operating under the Liberty Global brand.
Significant strategic stakes in ITV, Lionsgate, CANAL+, Vodophone UK, Polska, and Univision.,
Significant strategic stakes in ITV, Lionsgate, CANAL+ Polska, and Univision. acquiring Dutch cable company Ziggo for €10 billion in January 2014. The acquisition was completed in November 2014, when the services of UPC Nederland merged into the new business. Liberty Global and Discovery Communications became joint owners of All3Media in a £500 million joint deal. Liberty invested £7.5 million in global broadband cable network Technetix.  Virgin Media released its Netflix, which enabled the set-top V6 box. Own O2 · giffgaff · Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). 
Oligarchs Supreme! (Spit!)
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I believe I exist in ademimonde, a Netherworld,  
Dually with Earth’s hellish cankered demiworld,
I skip twixt the two; Earth, deliquesced,
And my own world, Peaceville, a nether region,
But, how do I travel between them?
I imagine it may be by my dreaming…
A move, one can float without feeling,
Not necessarily wanting or needing,
Altering a state of mind: mood-changing,
It can be flummoxing, mystifying, & puzzling,
Often meliorating, improving, bettering,
But with my fears and worries remaining,
When it comes to skedaddling,
From reality or back, without the willard,
In Freedomland, I sense I was wiretapped,
Occasionally, my tail sort of wagged,
Worries, fears, faded, I rarely wherrited,
My hands & face seemed far less wrinkled,
Yes, it’s a lonely place, as it is in the world,
In which I peristently seff-lambasted,
In Netherworld, I do not fall, waver or totter,
There is a hidden room to meet a visitor,
I often went there and witwantoned,
Getting pleasure, I often wantonised,
Why last November, I womanised!
How do I drift into my Netherworld?
A question many times I’ve unoppugned,
It just happens when least expected,
No idea why, but it’s not complicated,
Mayhap, it could be when I’m seisured?
Like a long dream that ended in a second?
Sometimes, I hear my actions being narrated,
And there’s the cellar,
where I meet Grizelda,
More, I’ll not tell ya,
Are they imaginary, chimeric or illusory?
Phantasmaly: unreal, ghostly?
Visionary,  hallucinatory or silly?
Returns to reality, bring on poignancy,
Crumbly memories return visually,
After returning to reality’s peccancy,
Mayhap it’s my version of pareschatology?
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AN Ode GRAPHIC I MADE LONG AGO
Maybe when troubled by an Oligarch?
A dream, maybe I had too much Armagnac,
But let’s look on the bright side, not the black,
I have a new pain at the top of my back, 
So, I do not need any antiaphrodisiac,
Must get in touch with Jenny, my matriarch,
Right knee giving way again, pains in my stomach,
More ailments, I’ll turn into a Morphinomaniac,
Ah, well, I’ll make a mug of stroupach…
If the leg gets me to the kitchen & back!
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I fear tomorrow, another visit to the QMC,
To get help physically & mentally,
Enough of this silly pareschatology…
and my falling into pathetic poignancy,
Yes, my Odes are not real poetry,
They’re calls for help, sadly…
Sod it, I burnt a finger & chips badly.
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Over Monday night, sleep, deferably through mental exhaustion more than physical exhaustion. The jumping awakenings, each one brought on, I think, by my shaking shoulder, were far less often. Despite worries that turned out to be fruitless about my mobility, affected by the right leg and knee, I had my last jump awake, noticing it was about 05:00hrs, and had two blissful hours with Sweet Morpheus.
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