As you do.
You know the sort of thing, like when the stupid thing says 'not responding' which frankly, is the bane of my laptops' (short) life.
Or just as bad, when it 'locks up' and you lose that dissertation you're just about half way through typing up, making you have to start all over again.
It then got us reminiscing about our earliest encounters with computers.
Circa 1980/81, when the apparently 'ground breaking' B.B.C. 'Micro Computer' emerged.
I can still remember thinking then how complicated they were, couldn't (and still don't) see what all the fuss was about and for the main part, ignored them.
I mean, you'd somewhat bizarrely even then, have to spend hours typing in a load of meaningless drivel from several pages of a 'programming' guide which were to be found in computer magazines.
Pages and pages of nonsensical garbage, oh sorry 'basic' language like: if x=4 then x=y then b-c = go to x then b.
All of that, only to end up getting something stupid like a cross on the screen, change the colour of the text or something else, just as useless.
However, it's all off to hell in a handcart if you put so much as a dot in the wrong place, as the stupid thing wouldn't work and instead, you got the dreaded 'syntax error' which appeared on the screen.
You then had the extremely tedious task of proof reading your program typing, comparing it word for word with the text in the magazine program, in a futile attempt to find the for the erroneous dot which caused the problem.
Thus, it thereby took you more time to find and rectify the mistake, than it did to write the whole of the original program in the first place.
Halcyon days indeed.
Everyone raves on about how amazing computers are and indeed you could say how amazing they are; amazing at how they won't even work if you so much as fail to cross a 't' or dot an 'i', that is.
I hated computers then and I still hate them now.
They're rubbish, more trouble than what they're worth.
We managed quite well with a pen and paper, typewriters, stamps, porn magazines from the newsagent's and the classified section of the Evening Post.
That's basically a real life, analogue version of email, the dark web and ebay.
But somewhat more palpable, easier methods to employ, easier to understand and therefore, easier to keep a tab on.
And at least you didn't have to endlessly 'update' your 'software', let alone continually 'upgrade' your 'hardware'.
I remember the first ever 'computer' our school got in about 1980; it cost some £3500, was the size of a large set of drawers and came complete with what can only be described, as a rather large black and white portable CRT T.V. for a monitor.
It couldn't even display graphics.
They had spent the previous year saving up for it through various sponsored events, all of which we had to perform.
It's worth bearing in mind at this point that £3500 could have easily bought you a very nice, brand new car at the time.
Anyway, I also remember how, given the importance which they had attached to the purchase and just how much fuss and fanfare they had made about the damn thing, somewhat ridiculously, it quite literally almost overnight, became obsolete with the introduction of the B.B.C. 'Micro Computer'.
Looking back now of course, it's laughable.
But nothing's changed.
Computers are superseded and become outdated, on a virtually weekly timescale.
Just like Now that's what I call music 158, where's it going to end? WIndows 30454?
It's all a con to make you have to keep buying stuff.
The only people really laughing are the likes of Mr. Gates.
And he's laughing all the way to the bank.
Clearly then, anyone who thinks that computers are amazing, were obviously not around in the 1980's.
The next time I had cause to even look at a computer, let alone have to use one, was the mid 1990's by which time 'Windows 3.11' was running them for you.
Although this obviously made life a lot easier using a computer, they were still crap.
Anyone who still thinks they are wondrous machines, should try telling that to the crew of the Royal Navy ships that got hit by enemy fire during the Falklands war in 1982.
Bearing in mind, how I previously described the sort of computers and messing about we had to do to get them to run properly, little wonder they couldn't reboot their stupid computers in time to defend themselves.
This all adds up to some of the most likely reasons why Mr. Charles Babbage, the inventor of the computer, never actually ever finished building one of his designs for a mechanical computer, way back in the 19th century.
For a start, he might have realized that by the time he had finished building the damn thing, it would already be obsolete.
Hence, he probably got depressed and thought stuff it, I won't bother with the damn thing.
Just like some of us.