While walking in the hills of Wales on holiday a couple of years ago, my father and I got chatting about computers
He reckoned he had a virus of some sort, and I asked him to describe the symptoms.

Sure enough they sounded weird. Now - I'm no techie - I can touch-type and know how to change the RAM in a laptop and that's it, but I figured I'd do my best to diagnose the issue, and so stated with teh basics. I asked him a question no son should have to ask his father, or ever, ever know the answer to: "Dad, er ... what sort of, er ... what sort of websites do you go on?"

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His answer, and I assure you he'd be proud to tell me otherwise, considering he's in his mid-70s, was that he goes to the Library of Congress, there's a couple of Cambridge book sites he goes to, there's one about the snails he's studying ...

I was further reassured last summer, when, being crap at deciding which restaurant to go to, Mrs V suggested we look one up on the internet. "What? Do they have restaurants on there now, do they?" he enquired, genuinely.

Oh dad. Bless your cottons. In an ironic twist of fate, I feel so paternally protective of your innocence, knowing you've probably forgotton more than I'll ever know.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 15:19, 6 replies)

Really, mum? REALLY?
I had to clean my folks' computer, which was full of gay porn popups.

Apparently mum had typed "male" instead of "mail" while following instructions over the phone...

Hmmm....
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 15:42, closed)

maybe I'm missing something...
which one of you was wanking?

edit: ah: 'wanking in the hills of Wales'
(mersault, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 15:53, closed)

You make it sound like a bad thing.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 15:57, closed)

of course not
your comment about not wanting to ask your old man what sites he frequents is quite true. Whenever I get on to the internet on my mum and dad's pc, there's no history, nothing. He routinely sweeps his electronic breadcrumbs away with ccleaner. Probably for the best. He'll be seventy next year. Maybe I'm doing him a disservice and he's just being methodical. Maybe.
(mersault, Fri 18 Feb 2011, 16:45, closed)

Father has recently discovered computers and t'internet
one of the first things he learned to do was delete his browsing history.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Fri 18 Feb 2011, 20:53, closed)

did no1 else read this as "while wanking in the hills of wales"?

(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 16:39, closed)