The Minister plugs in his external hard drive.

Silence.

Tumbleweed.

“Shit,” thinks the Minister.  “That’s annoying.  Still, thank God I’m an anal control freak, have my monthly backup drive and therefore haven’t really lost much.”

The Minister plugs in his monthly backup drive.

Click.  Click.  Click.  Click.  Click.  Clunk.

“Motherfuckingbastardcuntflaps!” bellows the Minister.  “Still, at least I’m a geek with too much hardware and have a second backup drive.”

The second backup drive’s last backup was five months and three weeks ago.  So that’s about £300 worth of music and somewhere between 15,000 and 20,000 words of writing up the fucking swanee.

Unless I want to pay somewhere between £300 and £900 (plus VAT) to send the first drive to a data recovery bastard.  Three weeks before I become unemployed.

Cock it.

I’m having a very bad week.