That meant I had the luxury of listening to the radio in bed as I tried to drop off to sleep.
There was an article about Internet Addiction, following a new treatment centre being set up over in the States to help out the suffers.
Like many lists of symptoms, when you go through them, there's a fair chance that you could easily self-diagnose, whether the conclusion (or even the premise) is wrong or right.
I wonder about my internet use. What it's all about, Alfie. It's driven home when my children say things like 'we know about your 5 minutes on the computer means' or 'yeah, yeah Dad, you'll only be half-an-hour - right'. And they comment on my checking of the phone every time I swtich it on (which is quite a lot) - 'playing' they call it.
I've been an addict all my life. That's the way I'm made. I've had addictions that have been wonderful and some that have been hugely damaging and have led to serious depressions. When put in to perspective, the fact that I'm on the computer a lot and that I crave it when I'm not, isn't such an unhealthy thing; besides, I call it working.
Do you remember the TV programme Why Don't You Switch Off Your Television Set And Do Something Less Boring Instead? I bet you do. And, if you're like me, I bet you tuned in every day and never bothered to make a puppet out of a sock or whatever was supposed to be more interesting that particular day (I'm pretty sure the best thing would be to watch The Double Deckers or Belle And Sebastien or Treasure Island or the Test Match or whatever it was next).
I quite like the interenet. Being online. It works for me. If there's a problem, it's that it's like a black whole where tangents lead to more tangents.
In the interest of trying to sell books, I suppose the hope is that if I follow enough deviations, I may come up with an answer that works. Not yet, I haven't, but then Voyager has just left out solar system so it could still be early days.
I think I use the computer unhealthily, but I also use it as an escape. It's like an allotment or the garden shed or the pub.
Just down the road from me, for the last six months, I pass a guy working on his garage on every day that I take the children to school and back. He standds in his overalls and kind of 'potters'. He has the radio on and he's not rushing, believe me. I'd suggest that, as much as he wants to have a nice garage, he's just as happy having a small purpose and also escaping his wife for the daytime hours - it's only my take. Maybe he should get himself a computer.