The curse?

So, got a laptop on Friday. Been on the Twitter and Facebook. Been on the eBay and watched the odd YouTube clip. Today I set up this blog via Google (fairly safe territory?). Installed some more 'effective' safeguards this afternoon with the help of my technology-minded brother. All well and good you'd think? It's a brand new lappy. Shouldn't have any shit on it? A decent model etc? Yes. Yes.

Unplugged it this evening and it simply switched off. Then wouldn't come back on again.

Right.

It's like 2008 BLUESCREENOFDEATH ALL OVER AGAIN. BUT I DIDN'T WATCH ANY PORN. NOT A PEEK. I don't feel like I've done anything to deserve this finite shut-down from the laptop.

And herein lies another reason why I haven't had anything more complex than a mobile fucking phone for the last 5 years. They always break. I have a cursed touch. I'm like the guy off of the Skittles advert that CANT TOUCH ANYTHING BECAUSE IT TURNS TO SKITTLES. Only my touch is DEADLY to anything more complex than a mobile phone (& humans/animals/furniture/food etc).

Godssake. Gutted.

On the plus side my sweet pal Simon is going to send me a Windows recovery disc in the hope he can talk me through the steps to fix it without having to return it to the Internet company I bought it from.

Fingers crossed it works folks.

(this wouldn't happen with a Mac)