Who needs idiots?

To Perky, Blaine, or whatever your names are, could you please do us all a
favour and learn how to use your fucking computer, and stop clogging up a
dialogue between people who were actually conscious in the mid-sixties, and
unlike yourselves, are still capable of performing simple mechanical
operations? 

Best wishes to Mauro and all of you raced out and bought a 45rpm plastic
single of My Generation when it was first released. 

Mike from Oz.