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.

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