So I was deep in concentration whilst transferring data from an external hdd to my laptop. I was sitting on my lounge suite that rocks back and forth but made sure I remained dead still. The external hdd was next to me on the coffee table because the cable is ridiculously small. I was surrounded by techy goods and being extremely careful as I like to switch off the lights at night.
However:
My sister who is staying with me for the week during school holidays thought it would be a great idea to sneak into the lounge with the stealthiness of pink panther, and inform me that I had not yet switched on the alarm. It went a little something like this: "WHY HAVEN'T YOU...
Well that is all that it took for me to paint my underwear with a brand new vertical brown stripe. My laptop flew off my lap like an olympic gymnast and its graceful landing was followed by a not-so-graceful Roxette song: Crash Boom Bang. My whisky glass was smashed, ashtray spread in pieces on the floor and the lamp was automatically remodelled across the tile floor. It was then that my heart stopped a little though, because underneath the lamp, was the base for the hdd, but the hdd was nowhere to be found. It also took part in the Olympics and was shotput by Helga herself to the other side of the room. It still looked OK though (apart from the big scratch all along one side), so I found religion for a few seconds, prayed, and swore that if it still worked, I would even contemplate trying it out again sometime.
But alas, after cleaning up the mess and switching the hdd back on, I realised my worst nightmare was about to come true: it was buggered. It now makes a new sound (click, squeek, pause, click, squeek, pause - sounds like it has diarrhoea). Now the kicker is that it is not my hdd. It belongs to to a friend who was kind enought to lend it to me so I could help my sister format her laptop and save some data. An even bigger kicker is that he is a photographer and mentioned that he doesn't have a backup of this data as he lost that a while back and hasn't got around to backing it up again. He asked that I look after it with my life.
So, in short, how the hell do I get the data back, what will it cost, who can I ask, where do I go and who knows of a good bodyguard for when I break the news to him?
Thanks,
DJK
However:
My sister who is staying with me for the week during school holidays thought it would be a great idea to sneak into the lounge with the stealthiness of pink panther, and inform me that I had not yet switched on the alarm. It went a little something like this: "WHY HAVEN'T YOU...
Well that is all that it took for me to paint my underwear with a brand new vertical brown stripe. My laptop flew off my lap like an olympic gymnast and its graceful landing was followed by a not-so-graceful Roxette song: Crash Boom Bang. My whisky glass was smashed, ashtray spread in pieces on the floor and the lamp was automatically remodelled across the tile floor. It was then that my heart stopped a little though, because underneath the lamp, was the base for the hdd, but the hdd was nowhere to be found. It also took part in the Olympics and was shotput by Helga herself to the other side of the room. It still looked OK though (apart from the big scratch all along one side), so I found religion for a few seconds, prayed, and swore that if it still worked, I would even contemplate trying it out again sometime.
But alas, after cleaning up the mess and switching the hdd back on, I realised my worst nightmare was about to come true: it was buggered. It now makes a new sound (click, squeek, pause, click, squeek, pause - sounds like it has diarrhoea). Now the kicker is that it is not my hdd. It belongs to to a friend who was kind enought to lend it to me so I could help my sister format her laptop and save some data. An even bigger kicker is that he is a photographer and mentioned that he doesn't have a backup of this data as he lost that a while back and hasn't got around to backing it up again. He asked that I look after it with my life.
So, in short, how the hell do I get the data back, what will it cost, who can I ask, where do I go and who knows of a good bodyguard for when I break the news to him?
Thanks,
DJK
Best of Luck!
