I recently moved home and found myself without a toaster, without an ironing board, without a bookcase and – most irritatingly of all – without a net connection. How on earth would I survive?
Reasonably easily, as it turned out. In fact for a while I got used to being netless, just like the protagonist of Sandi Thom’s chart smash ‘I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker’, who wants to live in a time when ‘the super info highway was still drifting out in space’. Admittedly I was still getting my fix of netiness at work, but this was tempered by the fact that I was, well, at work, and it seemed wise to get on with my job instead of spending all day emailing people – plus, holiday and financial planning went out of the window for a month. Having a good excuse to put these things off was quite relaxing.
But then friends started complaining that I wasn’t around online anymore. My Flickr and 43things accounts were languishing. With my PC gathering dust, a backlog of songs I wanted to buy started amassing in my head. As frustration started to build, I finally got around to sorting out my connection. On the day it was switched back on, my router resolutely refused to work. By the time Daz managed to get me fully online-ified via some router-voodoo, I was starting to get desperate. Getting back into the web world felt like coming home.
Sandi Thom, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind your song, (it’s likeable and a little unusual, although hardly Imogen Heap) but you, and anyone else with this myopic, nostalgic view of ‘simpler days’, well you can all keep your rosy made-up version of the past. The net is amazing and the past is rubbish, we all know it – especially those of us who bring our songs about how great the 70s were to worldwide attention via the suspiciously modern medium of webcasts and huge PR budgets…