There’s a shop in Summertown, and in its windows is a display of small, handwritten advertisements, promoting everything from Spanish lessons to second-hand guitars and cute-as-pie puppies.

Now I don’t need any of the above, but I was intrigued by its curiously old-fashioned notices.

So much so in fact that when I returned to work I animatedly described my ‘find’.

However, it didn’t take me long to realise I sounded more like a thawed-out caveman getting all stirred up about a thing called ‘fire’ than a sophisticated urbanite.

“There’s loads of stuff like that on the Internet,” people told me loftily. “I mean, who reads ads in little shop windows any more?”

Fair point, but I’m not internet savvy.

I don’t have anything against it per se, like maybe some Luddite or Amish group might. No, I just I don’t have any need or interest in it.

In fact, I don’t really give it any thought at all...

Obviously I haveInternet access here at work, and yes that helps occasionally (if I need to check train times or follow the latest ‘meltdown’ on X Factor), but I don’t have access at home and can’t say I miss it.

I mean, can anyone really argue that I’m living life in the dark?

I’m not interesting enough for Facebook (I get up, go to work, come home, see friends, go to bed) and I’d only end up Googling myself if I ‘surfed’.

The same goes for my mobile phone; it’s old, I don’t think it takes pictures (if it did, so what? I’ve got a camera) and most unforgivably of all, I haven’t even programmed it with people’s names.

Not, I stress, because I can’t (it’s not difficult after all) but because it just doesn’t matter. After all, if someone rings I don’t want to speak to, I claim I’m in the toilet and forget to call them back. Simples.

As for state-of-the-art home entertainment, well yeah, here I am a little more switched-on. I’ve got a flat screen tv but it’s not high-definition (Emmerdale is still Emmerdale) and I rarely watch it anyway as I’m out all the time.

So do I feel cut-off? Out of touch with a world on fire with events, dramas and raw emotion? Overlooked by friends? Abandoned by family?

Er...no.

Call me naive, but I think of all the above as window dressing.

It decorates a dull day I guess, but personally I don’t need to know EVERYTHING, immediately. And I certainly don’t want to stay in touch with 500 astonishingly close and dear friends, family and colleagues... all at once. One at a time’ll suit me fine.

So yes, reading small notices in shop windows may not be to everyone’s taste, but for me it’s all the information superhighway I need.