This week I have been mostly hating...

Computers.

Well, maybe hate is too strong a word, as my love affair with the Internet isn't THAT easy to let go of. This week, however, I have been mourning the death of my beloved laptop, Bridget. Big, clunky, old fashioned, lovable Bridget. My first ever computer. The product of all my saving throughout my A-levels. Gone. To be honest, I knew something had been wrong with her for a long time. It all started when she began resetting herself randomly to January 1988... But on Sunday evening, whilst having a You Tube comedy clips session (as I am wont to do on a fairly regular basis), she suddenly decided she couldn't go on any more. So, duly, we pulled her apart to see what was wrong, and my in-house IT expert (aka flatmate) told me she couldn't be fixed. At first I was angry, resentful even. How could she break at such an important time in my career? Then, I was just sad. I even shed a little tear for her. (She is now being used as an organ donor for her various working parts.)

I was forced however, to recover swiftly. Clearly, being a journalist without a laptop is impossible. It's like a goldfish without water, cheese without pickle, salt without vinegar... I'll stop now, you get the picture. I needed a quick fix and decided that my limited funds would stretch to a replacement in the form of a sexy little Acer Aspire One, who I was sure would soon become as much a part of me as Bridget was. (I mean, come on, I spent about 8 hours a day with her for over three years... I was bound to become attached.) Terribly excited, I skipped to Currys with the remainder of my life savings and bought one. On returning home feeling highly excitable (the effect that spending money on pretty things tends to have on me), I forced my housemates to bask in the wonder of it's beauty and tinyness for several minutes. Which I am sure they LOVED.

But, alas, it was faulty. I thought my housemate was joking when he said to me this morning: "Um... it doesn't turn on". Pants. So, fresh from Currys, I have returned home with a new one. I've got no idea if it works, as I have temporarily stolen my housemate's laptop on which to blog, and do work. Well OK, more of the former and less of the latter. Technically though, blogging is work. At least, that's what I've decided to tell myself in order to suppress my guilt at not reading my media law textbook...

Anywho. I've still heard nothing from 'The Big G'. It's been a week now, and I have been reliably informed that tomorrow is a good time to call. Wish me luck... Will keep you posted.