At a loose end?

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When you find you can’t face Facebook

And think that Twitter’s for twats,

And them that Skype

Are not your type,

And Bebo is driving you bats.

When your Hotmail’s gone cold

And though you’ve cajoled

The bloody thing won’t let you in,

All your text has been lost

At unthinkable cost

And you just don’t know where to begin.

When you see the banality

Of ‘virtual reality’

Staring you right in the face,

And you live in terror

Of ‘system error’

And haven’t got room for ‘MySpace’.

Why not pick up a book (not a Kindle!)

Or better still, go for a walk –

You could call in a pub

Some shoulders to rub –

Before you forget how to talk