Me to the guy in the hard drive fixing place: Hello. What's the news on whether there's any data I can save from my entire last three years worth of writing?
Guy in the hard drive fixing place: Well. Er...
Me to GIHDFP: That doesn't sound good.
GIHDFP: It's without doubt the most damaged hard drive anyone in here has ever seen. I did a whip around. They all agree. Nobody has ever seen anything like it.
Me: Oh God.
GIHDFP: I can one hundred percent guarantee that you will never, ever be able to recover even a trace of data from it.
Me: Not even a little trace?
GIHDFP: When we turned it on, we heard a grinding noise. The heads on the hard drive were cutting into it.
Me: I hate computers.
GIHDFP: I'm so sorry.
I am re-writing the comedy festival show from memory.
I can't help but feel a little persecuted. Worst they've ever seen? Is someone telling me something? If they are, I wish they'd pipe down. A broken wrist and a broken hard drive are a slightly heavy-handed way of telling me to stop writing. Surely the carrot approach would work better than the stick. Offer me a highly paid job doing something else and I might stop writing. Break my arm and my hard drive and you'll just give me more material and get me really peeved.
You have been warned.
Lorin!! This is important!!
I just brought James along to this page because I wanted to read him a funny bit.
He is a true tech head, my man. He is certain that the guy you took your hard drive to is not a true tech head! I hope I am not insulting your intelligence by telling you that you can take your hard drive to a data recovery specialist and he MAY charge a couple of grand but James reckons you could never destroy every ounce of data on your hard drive. Even if it caught on fire it would not be all lost!!
Try someone else Lorin. Unless of course you have thrown it away already.
Have a fab long weekend.
Nell xx