All good things come to an end, including the much loved and last Dr, who met an untimely and ghastly end in the current series the other evening. Anyone watching it (and there were at least 10 million) will have seen a huge, volcanic explosion of flame and fire erupting from him inside the Tardis...all gripping stuff.
SWIMBO of course, was watching it enthralled, but I'd decided instead to have a quick, nonchalant peek at t'interweb. After all, when you've hidden behind the sofa in abject terror countless times as a lad whenever the Daleks were doing a quick bit of exterminating, the antics of the current incumbent seem pretty small beer...I could hear the sound though, so the agonized death throes of the Dr came wafting through.
It was at that precise moment that my computer coughed and died, ceased to be, shuffled of this mortal coil, joined the choirs indivisible...this computer is definitely deceased...it's passed on, it is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet it's Maker. It is a late computer, it's a stiff! For the rest of life it rests in peace. If I hadn't nailed it to the table, it would be pushing out the daisies!......... this is an ex-computer!' (with apologies to Cleese and Palin)
Who knows, call me an old cynic if you like, but I'm absolutely convinced that these two, seemingly unconnected events were in fact closely linked as the disintegration of the space-time vortex in the Tardis must have shot down the wires at Warp Factor 9 and nuked my computer!
It was with some apparent dismay then, that I mentioned to SWIMBO later on that the 'puter was no more...
"Well...it's just after Christmas, we haven't got any money, so you'll just have to wait 'til we have to get a new one"
I did though, have a little private wager with myself as to how long it would be before a visit to PC World was on the cards...
...about 8 hours.