The computer queen

My sister recently acquired some good second-hand computers though a friend. And like the angel she is (I say that with a certain smirk on my face), she earmarked one of them for me. God knows I needed the upgrade… If my old computer was a person, it would have been my Dad: old, getting slower by the week, and prone to being somewhat grumpy and obnoxious.

Anyway, yesterday I stuck the poor old thing in the back of my car and drove back to London, grateful that my technically proficient sister was going to handle the installation on a new operating system and swapping over of various components. A part of me likes to think that maybe I could have attempted this… if only I had three days to spare, a Dummies Guide, and a large bottle of Valium.

Anyway, after raiding her kitchen and chatting for a while, I left her the Windows 2000, Office and Paint Shop Pro discs to wrestle with while I went out to play. I feel obliged to point out, that I did at least have the decency to feel some guilt about this.

I hauled my arse across town to go and see the wonderful Saint Silas Intercession at The Garage. The gig was fantastic (as expected). I had only seen them once before, supporting Placebo at The Brixton Academy… they were even better than I remembered.

They call their music Rhythm & Balls, which doesn’t fully do it justice, but it’s a description I cannot better. My taste in music has diversified one hell of a lot over recent years, but if there’s one thing (musically) guaranteed to get me off, it’s loud, ballsy guitars. Cool lyrics are a bonus, but if a band get the guitars right, I wouldn’t care if they sang their way through the local telephone directory.

If you’d like to hear them, click here, then go to the audio section.

Anyway, I got back to Bibliogirl’s house to find the computer and her sanity both still relatively intact (I had been tempted to check the house for baseball bats before I left, just in case). Anyway, we chatted some more, she teased me about the amount of porn on my hard drive (I honestly thought I’d deleted it), I thanked her again then left to drive home. I got back about 2.30 am, and probably should have gone to bed. Instead, I hooked the computer back up, and re-installed my modem. Wow… I’ve only just realised quite what a geek that makes me.