Finishing that politics essay.

a computer shop should be able to get it off the HD and put it on a disk for you. we have a shop here in town that has done it for me. granted that isnt much help being 6500 miles away. you may give some computer shops a call. they should be able to help, hope so anyway.. do you have best buy electronics stores in the UK? i know they are in several countries besides here. if you do have one they have a tech there that can do it.

robert

I went to a computer shop, they were the ones who told me the essay was irretrievable. £80 was also the lowest quote I received from the computer shops.
Thanks for the tip anyway.

Oh, not being able to get to sleep has made me swear, I’m turning into a regular Gordon Ramsay.:rolleyes:

talk about bad luck!!!!!!!:eek:

Tell me about it. It’s going to cost me £80 to sort out. I dont even have 80p at the moment. Seriously. I sent off for student finance 3 months ago and nothing. That’s made me swear as well. So**ing student finance company. To cap it all, a very important politics essay was on that laptop. One due in for Monday. And I can’t retrieve it. I’m in deep s**t if I can’t re-type it before then.

Having my laptop break down. 3 days after the warranty expiration. 😡

The “musician” next door.

The tw@t in the room next to mine in halls who decided to give an impromptu electric guitar concert to his friends. At four o’clock in the bl**dy morning.:mad: I think I will hire a sub-woofer system found on chav’s cars, (the kind that make mini earthquakes whenever they pass your house), place it outside his bedroom door, and play the collected organ works of Johann Sebastian Bach, with Boellmann’s Suite Gothique toccata thrown in for good measure. Let’s see how he likes it, other peoples music tastes blaring out at an un-godly hour. :diablo:

Discovering my French Literature lecturer is going to be absent from lectures tomorrow.:) It leaves me free to do that large politics essay and presentation instead.:eek:

Thank you wout.

Here is my next submission:

I once had a dog named Minton, after the pottery firm. One evening it swallowed a shuttlecock. I whistled, called him over and said, “Bad Minton”.