e-pizza.

I ordered a pizza online last night from a well known pizza chain, paid on my credit card and once my order was complete I recieved an email from "the kitchen" which contained the soothing missive of "relax, it's on its way"

Not being completely convinced by the idea that the information on the type and style of pizza I required was being transmitted via small electronic pulses along a phone line towards a pizza restaurant in East London, I called them up after half an hour fully prepared to rant and to dismiss their e-venture as wildly ambitious and foolish, as my buzzer rang, and 5 mins later I was eating pizza.

It wasn't that good actually, my e-pizza. It tasted hastily prepared, as if it were assembled by the very person who built the technology which aided it's delivery.

I imagined a geek with jargonistic tendencies, winner of some IT company's "coder of the year" competition, winning a t-shirt featuring an iconic penguin, falling on hard times, ending up dropping mushrooms onto a circular bready base.

The idea suddenly didn't seem so clever...

My thoughts turned to e-babs.

I fell asleep