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Hinckley's very own writer's workshop
Beyond Fifty.
Reach for the sky.
by Will. Dawson.
Madness in the Modern World
Madness. Who's mad? Not me.
I'm not the one queuing for hours ontside the Boxing Day sales
Just to buy something I really don't want
It's not me who rolls the bus ticket up into a tight tube
Just for something to occupy my mind
I'm not the one who rushes outside to wash their car every Sunday Just to get it dirty again first thing Monday morning
It's not me who keeps decorating my room to keep up with modem trends
Just to find, it's out of fashion six months later
I'm not the one who buys a new suite on 2 years interest free credit Just to learn I could have bought it £600 cheaper from the manufacturer
Ask yourself again - Who's Mad? Not me!
It's not me who sits up until midnight chasing and fighting aliens
On the computer screen - Better things to do with my time
I'm not the one who 'Surfs the net' - till my eyes are sore
I'd rather read a hand written letter any day
It's not me who worries relentlessly about the millennium bug
So what if technology does grind to a halt - Computers. Who needs them?
I'm not the one to sit and write poems in longhand
Then have to physically count all the words and lines
It's not me who has to keep their handwriting neat so that people can read my scribble
Maybe, just maybe computers are useful after all
Maybe, I could treat myself to something small in the sales
Maybe it would be therapeutic to roll up that bus ticket - to clear my mind
Ok. so I did pick up a copy of 'Homes and Ideas' this morning
Ok, so maybe t'm not perfect, or it could just be I'm mad! !
by MAXINE TUFFIN
