Thursday, September 04, 2008
Forgive my silence, I have been feeling bored with myself this morning. Boredom with oneself, rather than with the world, is, of course, the killer argument against immortality. But, anyway, it's worth checking out what happens when, through no fault of their own, hacks tell the truth. Here's Peggy Noonan's not entirely persuasive explanation. Meanwhile, Gapper tells us all we need to know about the Google Chrome browser. Well, not quite all. What I need to know is why the hell these things are called browsers. A browser is one of those peculiarly dressed people with an affected stoop, large shoes and a morbid fear of human contact that I come across in the stacks of the London Library. They always look panic-stricken as I attempt to squeeze past and probably have sandwiches and a tangerine in a Tupperware container waiting for them in the lobby cloakroom. I assume they live alone - if you can call it living - in Dollis Hill which, as Nige so memorably observed, probably inaccurately, is the bad end of Neasden. An internet thingy would, one assumes, be called something groovier, a surfer perhaps, a web window or a.... well, anything but a browser, which also suggests, now I come to think of it, one of those water tanks they bring out when... Ah no, bowser ... or somebody with a forked stick ... no, dowser. Still bored.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 8:17 am