D’you think I could make a script of this? *EDIT*

Previously on Broken Laptops:

After being messed about for the best part of the week, I finally find out that the places I need to take my laptop are miles away and I will not be able to get it seen to until after the warranty runs out. Which I’d then have to pay for.

So, after getting kicked out of the LRC on Tuesday, I went for a pint. And it was there that I decided that the best thing to do was get the details of a HP authorised place in Aberdeen and just go there.

So I found the place, looked them up on google maps, printed out the invoice from ebuyer (to prove that it is still in warranty) and off I set. After a one and a half hour walk I ask them to help me.

Guess who’s website is in urgent need of an update?

The company in question lost their contract with HP earlier in the year. Fucksocks!

So, back home I plod and straight on the phone to HP tech (no pissing about in online chats this time) and gave a brief version of what was happening.

I now want you, gentle readers, to try and picture my face when I hear the following words…

“I can order a replacement cable to be sent out to you.”

Yeahbuwhatthefuck? I was assured that going to a HP approved place to get them to look at it was the only way to get it sorted.

Anyhoo, the replacement cable is on route and, as soon as the problem is fixed, so will my email of complaint be. Directly to Mark Hurd, CEO of HP. (Cos there’s a form on the website where I can do that.)

On a lighter note, a joke for y’all:

One Christmas a long time ago Santa Claus had problems. Four of his elves were sick so Santa got behind schedule. Then Mrs Claus told Santa that her Mum was coming to visit; this stressed Santa even more. He went to see his reindeer and found that three of them were about to give birth. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh he dropped the toy bag and scattered the toys.

Santa went into the house for a shot of whisky but the elves had drunk him dry.

Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. There was a little angel with a big Christmas tree. “Merry Christmas Santa”, said the angel, “Isn’t it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?”

Thus began the tradition of the angel on top of the Christmas tree.

Will

*EDIT*

The replacement adaptor arrived today and my laptop is now working. Huzzah!

Will

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