Chistmas time

Christmas time for the middle aged executive - a time to relax, to take in the achievements of another stressful year, based on the primary achievement of surviving on this planet in roughly the same location and roughly with the same family members more-or-less in tact. Whilst avoiding the work excessives of an economic downturn that may still soon be coming home to roost, faster than the turkey that will be sort of soon be coming to dinner. Hears to success measured in retaining the same address and the kids still calling me Dad.

But hang on a flippin' cotton pickin' moment, I want more than the warm glow of a job well done.........where is the excitement of my richly deserved Christmas present. Where my survival reward to myself after heavy hints to family members that think a pair of socks should suffice.......where is my iPod dupluxe XXL mini Gega-byte to-infinity-and-beyond thingymajig-come hifi-TV system and all in a small box .......

Thankyou family ...but hang on a..... .and more importantly where is the on-off switch.

This Christmas dinner may be taking place in the New Year at this rate, there is no IT minions to crack this nut . A Turkey can rest easy or at least frozen.

There is technology to be conquered.