At this moment I have very bad intentions towards all things beginning with the letter G. Today it’s a very, very bad letter that initiates bad words such as grimace, ghastly, gargoyle, grim, gangrenous, gallows, gaol, gagged, garbage, garrulous, garotte, groaning, genocide, ghoulish, gloom, glutton, gnash and, worst of all GOOGLE, bloody GOOGLE. I had foolishly assumed that I was in control of my activities in hyperspace, and hubris has sent me crashing down, like a contemporary, if aged, Icarus, from the heady and rarefied atmosphere of Gmail to the Ikea of electronic communication, Hotmail. Bereft of contacts, I must learn to create another set of wax wings if I’m ever to soar again in the accursed Googlesphere where all things are possible, or so the silver tongued sales folk assured me as they whispered seductively, in hyper text mark up language, in my ear some 5 or 6 years ago. How did I fall for their honeyed words? They’ll get theirs.