Ok, so it starts here, then goes through here, runs through here and ends up here without passing through there… get it?!

Today I had one of those clichéd moments which rang true from the vast amount of cinema I’ve indulged in during my twenty seven years. You know the one where the scene opens with two guys sitting, discussing and drinking; they’re plotting to rob a bank, working through a love triangle or they’re seen mapping out a small town with the help of the sugar cubes, a ketchup bottle, salt shaker and coffee cup.

It was the first time I’d ever discussed computing in any great detail. My laptop had been playing up so we phoned IT to whom we’re on a first name basis with, such is the complexity of running five computers in the middle of Soho?!

The bespectacled genius with the questionable girlfriend status met me in a coffee shop to ease my woes and after the welcoming chimes of the start up screen and a glance into the depths of my System Profiler, he was able to instantly recognise the problem. Thanks to my insatiable appetite for new music my hard drive was full from the constant down, down, downloading of Alphabeat, Cut Copy, The Fireman, Kings of Leon, Jake Bickerton, Ladyhawk, Noisettes, MGMT and the White Lies; all of which helped create the play list of my two thousand eight.

News of the possibility that my hard drive might have to go on a digital diet was a shock. How could a few beeps and warbles, strings and chords, and a couple of Hollywood’s finest including an animation about a love sick robot account for 40GB..? I was assured it did and I now know that I need Apple’s very own Time Capsule which is marketing speak for an external hard drive made by Steve Jobs’ fair hands. And with thanks to the humble sugar cube which represented the laptop, alongside Ketchup as the Time Capsule, the saltcellar as a bluetooth speaker, two spoons which represented cables and the gingham table cloth staring as the world wide web I’m also now an authority on the set up and the reasons behind it.

Happy Days.

Next time however, I do hope it’s more bank robbery, love triangle or small town shoot out rather than wireless media storage.