I feel like I should blog.
Not for personal therapy nor for the benefit of my readership but merely because I like to press buttons.
Buttons have always been a fascination for me. They have a tactile nature which obfuscates the pure power that can be attributed to them.
There is a button right next to me marked Emergency Power Off. You have no idea how much I long to push that button.
Buttons have sunk ships, blown up bridges and won wars but no one ever suspects the humble button.
When I was about 6 or 7 years old I was in a local pub (I wasn’t drinking though, perhaps I was the designated driver.) and I decided it would be funny to run between a guy’s legs and press all the buttons on the fruit machine that he was playing. Apparently he was not pleased.
No one suspects the buttons.