In which Matt breaks things
Today we head out to Solihull for the second day running, in spite of the locusts swarming around the sales, for two reasons (OK, if you count Starbucks, three reasons) -
1) To bring our laptop (named Lionel, for reasons too complicated to go into) to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store, in order to see about possibly replacing the battery. Since I dropped Lionel a while ago - during an amorous advance in our New York apartment... too much information? - he doesn't close correctly, one of the ports is dented, and now, when he is unplugged from the main power supply he tends to shut down within minutes.
Yes, we do anthropomorphise our technology in this house, why do you ask?
2) To try and find a replacement spring for my Rock Band third-party drum-pedal, which I broke yesterday during an epic eight-track setlist (incorporating Rush's Tom Sawyer, Boston's Foreplay/Long Time, and The Who's Won't Get Fooled Again) that would ultimately get us into the Hall of Fame.
This is the second such drum pedal I have managed to break. The first, which I irrecoverably snapped, actually belonged to dunkdunkdunk (who we will be entertaining tonight) at the time of breaking. Once we'd bought his entire instrument set off him, I actually went to the trouble of finding a replacement drum pedal in the United States, trawling Best Buys and Circuit Cities while on holiday, and eventually finding a hefty and sturdy pedal and bringing it back to the UK in our luggage.
And now I've broken it. Well, at least it's just the spring this time.
1) To bring our laptop (named Lionel, for reasons too complicated to go into) to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store, in order to see about possibly replacing the battery. Since I dropped Lionel a while ago - during an amorous advance in our New York apartment... too much information? - he doesn't close correctly, one of the ports is dented, and now, when he is unplugged from the main power supply he tends to shut down within minutes.
Yes, we do anthropomorphise our technology in this house, why do you ask?
2) To try and find a replacement spring for my Rock Band third-party drum-pedal, which I broke yesterday during an epic eight-track setlist (incorporating Rush's Tom Sawyer, Boston's Foreplay/Long Time, and The Who's Won't Get Fooled Again) that would ultimately get us into the Hall of Fame.
This is the second such drum pedal I have managed to break. The first, which I irrecoverably snapped, actually belonged to dunkdunkdunk (who we will be entertaining tonight) at the time of breaking. Once we'd bought his entire instrument set off him, I actually went to the trouble of finding a replacement drum pedal in the United States, trawling Best Buys and Circuit Cities while on holiday, and eventually finding a hefty and sturdy pedal and bringing it back to the UK in our luggage.
And now I've broken it. Well, at least it's just the spring this time.