My old laptop was called Camilla ("the third person in our marriage") and was my faithful companion for five years, which I guess must make her over 100 years old in IT years. I loved her dearly - even if I had to give her 20 minutes to warm up in the morning, and then spend most of the day shovelling coal into her.
By the end I couldn't look at any videos or download any music and only I knew which secret little buttons you had to press to get her to give up access to her little secrets. Or Betfair even.
So, much like the "boy Lineker done good" I've traded her in for a younger, sexier model. I need a hot, minxy name to boot, so any suggestions welcome.
And for those of you who like all the technoweeny, twin-cam, giggle-bite specifications, hang on, I'll just get the manual and give you the lowdown...
She is black...
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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