Dear Google….   Dear Google,  Let me just begin this letter by
saying you are pretty spectacular. I once read that you handle
something like over 1 billion searches per day. That’s mental!
And I’ve just moved to London, so as you can imagine I have had
to lean on you a fair bit of late. For example without you I
would have no idea which tubes to catch or why all my English
friends look at me like a complete pervert when I direct them to
the total ‘spunk’ standing at the bar.  Also, if you didn’t
exist, the rice in my curry the other night probably would have
been gluggy and that cork most definitely would still be stuck
in that 3 pound bottle of plonk.  You’ve really saved my skin
over here, so please, keep my overall appreciation for you in
mind as you read on.  The reason I am writing to you is I do
have one tiny request. I was just wondering if you could maybe
relinquish your hold, just slightly, on all that is correct and
factual in the world?  You see, I’m just finding it really hard
to get people to en