Dude , I need a new laptop. And it’s all your fault. In case you think I’ve gone mad, Dude is my Jack Russell, and thanks to him I’m going to have to trot off to the Sony Centre and buy a new Vaio. And before you start, don’t even think of suggesting I get a Mac. Invention of the devil. A few months ago Dude knocked my laptop off the sofa, an event which resulted in the power lead never fitting properly. It keeps dropping out of the hole, if you’ll pardon the expression. Yesterday he surpassed himself by walking across the keyboard, his paws managing to dislodge the Function key in the process. Now I can’t fix it back into its rightful place. Naughty Dude. I think that’s a perfect justification for a new computer, don’t you? I’m sure Dude does.
