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When does a bus stop stop being a bus stop? St Johns Park, New Town. December 2010.

What's your favourite piece of technology, and how has it improved your life?

Broad-scale public sanitation/plumbing. I am never one to over-estimate the importance of running water. It has improved my life in too many ways to count.

When was the last time you used it, and what for?

[At time of writing] I had a shower after Touch Football. Much needed, as we didn’t have any substitutes and I was on all game.

What additional features would you add if you could?

It seems pretty good as is. I’m a fan of water pressure, so we can always amp that up a bit!

Do you think it will be obsolete in 10 years' time?

Let’s just ensure that every bugger has an equal chance at having it before we render it obsolete first!

What always frustrates you about technology in general?

The rapidity with which we become dependent on it, and it ceases to be liberating and becomes a constraint.

If you had one tip about getting the best out of new technology, what would it be?

Give things a try. Don’t quit at the first sign of trouble.

Do you consider yourself to be a luddite or a nerd?

None of the above. I welcome new things, but do apply the general rule of “if it ain’t broke…”

What's the most expensive piece of technology you've ever owned?

Probably one of the new computers I’ve had over the years.

Mac or PC, and why?

As I said earlier, I use both. I am a PC man at heart though. I enjoy the versatility and DIY potential more than the pseudo-fascist mentality of the Mac.

Do you still buy CDs and DVDs, or do you download music and films? What was your last purchase?

I have bought CDs and DVDs for the kids or Jen of late, but it has been quite some time since I bought anything for myself. I do download a bit. I won't mention the most recent buy, because it is a present for someone.

Robot butlers – a good idea or not?

Why not?

What piece of technology would you most like to own?

Something that could quieten two boisterous children down without harshening their buzz.



Note: The original questions were pilferd from here...

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