A salutary tale of caution....

....or maybe I'm just bobbins with computers.

First off, I'm not pointing fingers at anybody. I take full responsibility for what transpired yesterday afternoon in my living room. (Not the first time I've had to say that, incidentally.)

Wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea. Blame Culture doesn't help anyone.

Anyroad....

I was listening to the match on GMR and becoming increasingly frustrated / annoyed with Jack Dearden's constant references to his co-commentator as "Former Bolton defender Simon Charlton."

Dear Jack,

If "The Listener" has tuned in to GMR to hear this particular game, then there's a pretty good chance that he / she is a Bolton fan and will probably already know who Simon Charlton is.

Ergo, there is no need to keep reminding everybody that Simon played for The Wanderers every time you involve him in the conversation - "Ooh, that looked like it went out off the defender didn't it, former Bolton Wanderers defender, Simon Charlton?"

(And anyway....didn't he leave under a cloud after it got revealed that he was leaking stuff to the press? P'raps that's how he got the gig as Dearden's straight man......? Who knows....I digress.....Not important right now.)

So....back to our house yesterday afternoon. I thought I'd bin the tranny (radio that is, not a cross-dressing associate) and try one of these "live stream links" that are so popular these days.

Big mistake.

I clicked on it and followed the instructions faithfully.

Within literally only 25 advert-filled minutes, I was watching an (admittedly poorly) pixelated rendition of events in Cardiff. (Did we play in white yesterday, I've no idea....it all looked a bit of a mess on my screen but I got the gist of what was going on. Chris Eagles looked ace / dead fit and sexy as usual.)

Wahey!! Happy days, thought I......

Until this morning, when it soon became apparent that my laptop was now about as useful as Helen Keller's telescope.

Or radio.......

Absolutely useless. Nowt happening at all. That swirly blue circle thingy just kept rotating in an increasingly pointless way until I slammed the lid down and stormed off to PC World to find a solution.

Heavy of heart and more than a bit concerned about what they might find on my browser history if I had to take it in and leave it with them, I set off.

....and the queued up for half an hour before Jaroslav from Gdansk sorted me and my PC out. (Why can't Jordan from Breightmet do this? Maybe that's perhaps a different argument and I might get criticized for being too liberal in today's political climate so we'll leave it for now.)

Anyway kids, the point I started out trying to make earlier was....if you're going to stream footage of the Wanderers on your PC, make sure you're not a middle-aged idiot who doesn't know what he's doing.

Or......just go to the match.

See you at The Reebok on Saturday.....