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Close your eyes and imagine a TV Test Pattern. For Gen Y and beyond, close your eyes and imagine a close up over pixelated picture of a rainbow. Then imagine the words: 'Due to technical difficulties, there has been a break in transmission. We apologise for any inconvenience.'

Due to my curious inability to deal with anything more technical than a mechanical lead pencil, I have somehow dis enabled the Leave a Comments Tag on my posts. This situation is currently being rectified, which means I'm thinking very very hard about it.

I'd love to get your comments on possible remedies but CAN"T! Meantime Hold Those Thoughts.

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DimbutNice said…
For those clearly more versed at this than I to leave a comment for now, please click on the Post Title and comment below the post per normal. I'm working on a better way. Dimity
25 May 2011 at 11:28
Lynne said…
thats funny - all you need is a teenager to fix it, if u lived closer id send one round xx
25 May 2011 at 17:03
DimbutNice said…
Thanks Lynne. Got to love Gen Y. Can they program DVD players too? Perhaps you could set up a rental system...
25 May 2011 at 20:28
Charmaine Clancy said…
Looks like you've sorted it :)

Great to see you blogging, I look forward to checking out your posts.

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26 May 2011 at 07:49
DimbutNice said…
Likewise Charmaine. Slowly but surely...will have something useful to say soon!
26 May 2011 at 09:03
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