When my laptop died and not from an old age, oddly enough, the unauthorised transgression and it’s demise occurred unnoticed and unmourned by anyone except myself.
One minute I was watching a recording from BBC Question Time, I took my eyes off the screen for just a few seconds to get a beer and when my attention returned to the screen, there was just a small dot in the middle.
For a few seconds I wondered if the BBC production team got their CGI effects wrong, but I remembered that I was watching a recording and there was also a faint smell of burned electrical cable.
I grabbed the laptop and started shaking it to bring it back to life. I could start searching online for the First Aid procedure, but the nearest computer was a few meters away and I can’t afford to waste precious time. I kept shaking the laptop for a while.
Doing my best to hide my tears, 30 minutes later I make a public announcement that my laptop is dead.
I am very disturbed by this place. How could such a terrible death go unnoticed, when clearly I require therapy. I am deeply disturbed by the insanity and the indifference with which insanity is accepted as a modus vivendi.
At the moment ,I sit in a graveyard, surrounded by deceased laptops,computers and mortally wounded electronics. I just can’t part away with them. I take great comfort from knowing that my laptop did not die while I was watching porn. May it’s hard disk rest in peace.
In the meantime, I am a shell-shocked looking man staring out with an incredulous gaze at my new laptop and occasionally talking to himself. When my new laptop talks back at me – is not helping.
Faced with a dead laptop or nothing I had no choice, but I have an appetite for sentimental nostalgia when a new laptop running Windows 10 is my new friend.