Blue screen of death

Was what greeted me shortly after starting work. I think I have fixed the problem now, but essentially it took up my whole day, backing up everything as a precaution, and then scouring the Internet for solutions, running diagnostics and so on. Bah. Becoming acutely aware of the need to add to the Kenny coffers and the prospect of having to fork out for a new computer not best timed. Managed little snippets of work between all this too.

Much happier evening. Went off to the other side of town to the Hartington pub in the company of Lorraine and Dawn. There we met Richard and Dipak, now styling themselves as The Shakespeare Trio, Richard's missus Maria Grazia, and Glen. Richard and Dipak were great, Dipak on sparkling form - mostly new work I'd not heard - despite the PA being somewhat ropey. Lots of other interesting stuff, including a man tapdancing on a board jamming with a violinist and guitarist. One or two fine female voices, and lots of hairy old blokes having fun. Great to be in a room full of music, and we all enjoyed it.

Jumped into Dawn's little red car and she drove me, then Lorraine home. Home and the computer had run its last diagnostic and so on, and seemed to be working. Apart from it being unable to connect to the Internet. D'oh. And so to bed.

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