[Brian Allgar]

Basil, I think you're being excessively kind. I would have added "spendthrift" and "wastrel".

[John Whitworth]

Well at least he never worked for the BBC. Sorry, I'm still wittering on about the Digger. I remember that line, Ann. Utter genius. It could be the last line (or the first) of your entry. But alas, I see it is too late.

[Brian Allgar]

Here we are, a witches’ coven
Baking cookies in the oven,
Little men of gingerbread
Shaped like him the whole world hates -
Name him! Blame him! William Gates!
Curse the thing we’ve come to dread -

“Windows” and its endless crashes!
We would send him forty lashes,
But we haven’t found the spell,
So we croak our incantation,
“Semper, semper, fenestration”,
Locking him in living hell.

Night and day the screen shall fail him,
Switching off will not avail him.
Microsoft could help him through -
Except, of course, they never do!

[John Whitworth]

I should say that might have twenty-five quid attached.