The prognosis on my Personal Computer isn’t good. I’m told that shooting it would be the kindest thing to do or failing that, re-install Windows completely after first copying-off all the data files. Of course re-installing all the applications after this could take weeks, months even, as many of them are now downloaded, such as music files and subject to a digital rights nightmare. As a result, I’ve broken my promise not to eat chocolate until after Easter in a fit of despair!
In Westbrook this morning, carrying my mortally-wounded computer, I couldn’t help noticing one of our local “hoodies” quite blatantly sauntering along the road and pausing to examine the inside any car more expensive looking than a 1973 Volvo.
Perhaps he was innocently searching for a particularly fascinating example of leather trim or a glimpse of David Beckham waiting patiently for “Posh” to find something interesting for the Easter weekend in the small fancy dress shop next to Goodwins and the K9 pet parlour?