I grab an almost full pack of Benson and Hedges from the cluttered pine desktop, and apply flame from my faithfull stainless steel Zippo.

It's an old Zippo. There are crazy scratches and dents from the constant falls from the desk to the floor embedded in it's shiny surface.

I run it on shellite which I buy by the liter from Woolworths in town. The flints sometimes are replaced by Bic flick.

I have semi-important mail.

Yawn.

Morning gang. /me rolls off the sofa 60 seconds ago, fires up the espresso machine conveniently located on a small table next to the sofa, rubs the sleep out of his eye's and jiggles the mouse to awaken his FC3 work station. /me is *prepared*.

A single click launches an instance of Evolution V2.02. Less than a second later, the P4 2.8 work station spits out mail in glorious text/html.