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Written by: Liam Wilkinson | Biography
 It took all day to get going.
I spent the morning off like an antiquated fax machine.
You prodded me occasionally, kicked me, checked I was still breathing.
But all you got back was a flashing yellow light.
The manual says I need calibrating.
You think I need replacing with a newer, quicker model.
One without the flashing yellow light.