I have had precious little to say of late because (a) I’ve been unwell and on some serious medication, (b) it’s been the silliest of silly seasons for some years, and (c) my laptop is at least as unwell as its master, if not more so.

My lovely 3½-year-old PowerBook G4 1.33GHz 12″ keeps crashing with messages such as:

Unresolved kernel trap(cpu 0): 0×300 – Data access DAR=0×0000000000000000 PC=0x000000000002C334″

so I’m sure you can appreciate the gravity of the situation.  (I am reliably informed by t’Internet, by the way, that this means the pooter’s memory is – in technical jargon – knackered.)

What I really want is a nice, new, shiny MacBook Pro 2.4GHz 15″ but the Minister’s Wife won’t wear it.  She feels – and can you believe this? – that replacing rotten window frames and sagging lounge furniture is more important, particularly when we have a “perfectly good” (sic) Hewlett-Packard laptop I could use instead.  (I could use it, if I wanted to wait half an hour for it to boot up; attract 20 viruses, Trojans and bits of malware an hour; and have it crash three times a day because Microsoft Is Shit.)

I have reluctantly compromised by ordering a new gigabyte of Mac memory and a tiny Phillips screwdriver, in the hope that I can hamfistedly break into my pride and joy and replace the faulty stick of memory without knackering the unit even further.

If that doesn’t work I shall, of course, drift further into a depression, particularly in light of the discovery yesterday that the current exchange rate means I could currently buy my inamorata for a 23% discount ($2,499 in the Yankee States of Doodle against £1,599 here) if I (a) cashed in my Virgin Atlantic Flying Club miles, and (b) successfully smuggled the new unit through Customs on my return.  If you ask me, it’s absolutely worth the risk of a criminal record and the damage to the environment.

You can keep your overhyped and overrated iPhone and your equally-overhyped but less overrated (though nevertheless inadequately capacious) iPod Touch but, to paraphrase National Treasure Jarvis Cocker(TM), thinking about the MacBook Pro just makes me wanna come.

And mention of National Treasure Jarvis Cocker(TM) reminds me that I am considering introducing a new occasional publication by the Ministry (to fill the gap left by togger), to wit: The Finest Individual Moments In The History Of Popular Music.

The intention would not be to wax lyrical about particular songs or artistes (for it has already been established that I am actually really rather crap at writing about music), but to highlight those little moments within recordings that, as the C&C Music Factory would have it, make you go, “Hmmm.”

More in due course, if I can think of more than four or so such moments.

But enough about me.  How are you?