 the tale of the three little pigs' tails November 14, 2007 Hurry. I've got to be quick. For the last three consecutive evenings, there has been a man sitting on the wall opposite our house. Across the road. By the dark, dark graveyard. He's been tap tap tapping on a laptop in the wind and rain. So tonight my wife unplugged our wireless router thingy and then scampered to the window to see what effect it would have. He looked confused for a second or two, closed his laptop and then started to walk off down the street. Not one to be taken for a mug, my wife opened our front door and ran down the street after him. He was a little taken aback, but after a little coaxing, he assured her that he was only contacting his wife in Poland. I'm not being fooled though, you see I've read the front cover of The Daily Express (I've never bought it I hope you realise) while standing in the queue at Somerfields. I'm convinced that he was an illegal immigrant trying to hack into our computer and steal valuable bank details, then he would break into my shed and take my bicycle and eventually run off with my daughter, while claiming invalidity benefit for his sick Polish grandmother. Not only that, he was probably trying to hack into Plasticfantastic and post naked pictures of his wife every day instead of my Holga photos. What an outrage. So here I am, about to try and set up a password for our wireless thingy. If I do not return in two days, you can assume that I have been successful in preventing everyone, including myself, from ever logging on to the internet again. Either that or I have died from Avian Infuensa. Did I mention that I have bird flu? Oh yes, don't forget about my FREE to enter competition. You could win a fairly large Plasticfantastic print. Or a print of a naked Polish wife if you'd prefer. Go on, have a go, before it's too late. Holga CFN + Tri-X 400 © James Arnold 2007 Comment (11) | Permalink |
