I started writing this about petty little tech troubles, but it’s ended up a pretty good bit of nonsense, that actually makes sense. In a nonsensical way.
Apologies for the naughty bit at the end, bottom, oh I don’t know, whatever you want to call it.

Norman is An Island

Norman is an island, so will I be in ten years time
The way change is accelerating you know it’s just a crime
I go out at seven O’clock, and I’m usually back by eight
But even in that short time, I come back out of date

If man should land upon the moon again, and please let it not be so
By the time they got back to Earth, it wouldn’t be a place they’d know
Someone else would have been there and come back before them
And probably some one before that, all would then be mayhem

We used to have change, now we don’t have change, because everything has changed
But what has changed, is the rate of change, so everything’s rearranged
If you have a date, don’t be late, yesterday is tomorrow
Time goes past oh so fast, and time you cannot borrow

I’m going now, I’ll see you soon, or maybe an hour ago
If I get back before you, please tell me not to go
Time is linear not like space, and it doesn’t have a spectrum
Please beware the rate of change, or you may disappear up your own rectum.

All words Meadowhead Bard.