Computers. Damn them and the evil that resides in their circuits! The intrusion, the aggravation, the childlike demand for attention, the incessant whirring and blinking of lights, the way they draw you in with promised delights, feign friendly intelligence and then unexpectedly turn on you just when you think you've got the hang of it, or more usually when you are about to show you wife/husband/dog something clever. A curse we've grown accustomed to. You may have bought one with the mistaken belief that it'll help you do the accounts, or write letters, help your kids with their homework or maybe let you print your own flyers for your next gig. The reality can often be one of miscomprehension, feelings of inadequacy and even fear.