Lapping it up

After a weekend spent largely in front of wealthy, well-to-do types, I’ve come back to my working week on a mission – to find a new laptop.

Yes I’d much rather have a Mac. Lonely nights using ProTools in recording studios persevering with one-eyed mice give me a warm glow for the Mac. I’m also ashamed to say I’d rather think of myself as the thick-plastic rimmed, Gap wearing, Toni and Guy groomed, annual holidaying Mac user.

Sadly the necessity to use it as a second computer and synch it to websites and music composition programmes require me to hide in shame as a grey-suited M&S PC type.

But here’s the dilemma. I’ve always had this thing for giving objects names. It’s actually more than that – they have personalities. My car gets hungry not empty, and ill not broken. My phone is a chirpy, well-educated chap dressed in a smart black Ericsson’s suit. And the computer is called ‘Pooter’. So what will he make of his new friend? Will he be glad to pass on some of his heavy workload (and believe me, we do pile the stress onto him), or will he be jealous? Will he start to sulk and misbehave? Will he pass on a nasty infection so that we gently caress his keys rather than those of the laptop?

I can’t help thinking if I got a Mac there’d at least be a language barrier between them, and Pooter would see that it wasn’t a replacement, just an alternative…