Ch-ch-ch-changes...

Well, with the summer solstice passing this weekend, it was a good time for a bit of a celebration of death and rebirth... that's right, dedicated readers: my laptop has died. Booooooooo. But now I have a nice new shiny laptop. Hurrah! It's all ups and downs on the solstice.

But shiny and nail-polish stain free as my lovely new Acer is, let us spend a minute to mourn the passing of my bizarrely over-specced (is that how you spell that?) but still slightly rubbish Dell, The Script Machine. Yes, I named my laptop. Nothing weird about that. It's been dying a slow and torturous death of massive crashes and complete file corruptions for three months or so, and I spent quite a lot of the past month shouting at it furiously and threatening to hit it with sticks, but t'was on those fair keys that I wrote my very first half decent scripts, and a few bad ones.

The Script Machine: 2004 - 2009. Rest in the spare bedroom.

My new laptop is very shiny, and in a super sexy midnight blue, not, not, I assure you, pink. I would include a picture, but it's so beautiful that you would all travel to my house and kidnap it, travelling with it to a cave to be your illicit-tech bride. You know you would. You're filthy.

It's crunch week for That's How I Roll - commissioning decisions from BBC3 are due this week, so I should know one way or t'other soon enough. Whichever way the decision falls, I suspect beer will follow.

And finally, in my occasional series of musical recommendations that mostly revolve around Ladytron, can I suggest you purchase their very first iTunes exclusive live album here. I should have been part of the crowd noise, but I was at the previous Astoria show, that got cancelled 40 minutes in when an amp blew up unimpressivley but fatally (for the amp, nobody actually died). Therefore, this recommendation is tinged with a little bit of resentment, which at least suits the mood of the music.

I bid you adieu.