First Sight When I first saw you I was transfixed by you Entranced by you Enthralled by you And the chap who held you to his words I would have killed for you I would have smashed his brain into a pulp And destroyed his like of you

Comfort How is it possible To know so many people But have so few friends? Every night the party starts As the good hearts gather But every night When finally alone I feel down I feel down In the morning With the mess of my extreme existence Swept around me I could weep For comfort

Net Kids I have worked in technology all my #life but I was born in 1960, before the dawn of the Internet. I was one of the people who made the internet what it is today but when I am very old the world will be full of net kids. I will be one of the few people alive who were born before Tim Bernard-Lee clicked a link on the first web page. I will be referred to disdainfully by young people as a pre-netter, someone who a little revoltingly actually lived in a time of no communication, a dark age without tweeting and skypeing and googling. What a bitter pill, having lived my #life believing I was pushing technology forwards, I will be pushed to the sides as an irrelevant fossil, regarded with sad eyes unsuccessfully trying to imagine how I even lived without daily doses of the Internet.