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I'm feeling buried under a mountain of information. Pile would be a more correct term and crap would be the other more correct term.

As an IT worker I expect I sit in front of a computer more than most people I expect, it is an extension of my physical being, if a question crops up - how did they build Bishops Rock lighthouse? (with great difficulty!) Bishops Rock
- then Google is at the fingertips and some sort of answer might not be too far away. If the question is work related it may be a more difficult matter to find information, many search-term variations and syntax may be needed to narrow down or exclude data. The answer may not be there, and often isn't. With experience comes greater knowledge of how to construct search terminology, but still some answers may never be found. I'm still looking for some Big Bill Broonzy tabs after nearly 15 years of internet searching, and yes I know after that amount of time I should have tabbed it myself! Guitar Tab.

As an aside there used to be a few good sites with good quality guitar tab, no adverts, no circular link clicking and a selection of thousands of songs but they were issued with heavy handed cease and desist notices from the music industry. Most of the sites existing now are vehicles for adverts and carry little content.

Back to the information crud mound. I receive emails filled with rubbish, not spam or junk mail but the sort of chain letter garbage forwarded by friends and colleagues. I received one today, the intention of which was to show what a cushy number inmates of our prisons have. Taking 30 seconds to look this up on our friend Google I find is an Austrian prison where clearly they take a more humane approach with their penal system. Prison hoax slayed

What I should do is delete these types of posts but I feel as though I should respond, I sometimes do respond by sending a link to a site that debunks whatever myth is being peddled. But what I don't understand is why people can't take 30seconds out of their life to check something rather than believe any old crap that someone tells them. If someone forwards something on it becomes a representation of their opinion, even if it isn't actually their opinion. But then perhaps they are buried under a pile of crap too and their discriminatory faculties are put on hold for the sake of a cheap laugh or because something appeals to their sense of injustice whether correct or not.

Mutter, grumble!