I read Private Eye a lot and there was a cartoon in a recent edition that I found most amusing. You know how if you want your video (eh, wassat then, Grandpa?) or your alarm clock to work you have to get your kids to do it for you?

Now I don’t understand how my stupid mobile phone works and I wish that I could just shout at it and it would do what it was told. Hang on, I’m going to spoil the joke at this rate.

Anyhow, there was this cartoon in the Eye but I’ve thrown it away (err, I’m sure I meant ‘recycled’) so I don’t know who to credit for this great joke. Sorry, cartoonist, but you really made me laugh and I don’t laugh at much, let me tell you.

Now you will have to use your imagination (unless you saw the original) and it’s a one-frame drawing and I think the caption beneath might have been something like ‘Ha ha, very funny’.

The drawing was of a bloke sitting at his compluter with all, like steam coming out of his ears and he obviously can’t make the bloody thing work. Coming through the door is a little kid who is about three or four or something.

The child is wearing a t-shirt and printed on it are the following words:

TECHNICAL SUPPORT

Sorry, cartoonist bloke, I would credit you if I could but I’m bigging you up big-stylee anyway.

Thanks for the laugh.