I am having a crisis of faith, not in my dear Lord, but in that other shining icon of our times; the bright white apple with the missing bite. This morning, with the best of intentions, I arrived in the office bright and early to attack my never ending to-do list, a large mug of tea and a bowl of piping hot porridge in my hands. As I sang along with Dolly and plonked down infront of my iBook my face slackened as I watched my screen snap black...
An hour chatting with the lovely Brian from Apple Care later and, yes you've guessed correctly, my iBook was pronounced critically ill and ordered to that great hospital in Holland.
Depressing doesn't even begin to sum up my dissapointment; two logic boards, three re-installs, an optical drive and now a failure in the hard disk in eighteen months cannot be right. Either I'm sleep vandalising my iBook, bad luck for technology at large or I've got a dodgy putor. (No Mum, I did not spill wine on this one.)
After a heated discussion with customer services I am now the smug owner of the Apple iPod AV Connection kit and a promise that if this happens again they will simply replace my fatally flawed iBook with a brand spaking new one :)
Bizarrely I feel really excited by this prospect and will probably be grossly dissapointed if my iBook doesn't break on schedule, by current standards I'll be expecting to run into problems right around the Round Table... Oh dear...