I'm a very p!ssed off bunny rabbit this afternoon. A few weeks ago now my laptop (Fujitsu-Siemens Amilo 1510) fell off the sofa and landed on the plugged in main power supply, I thought everything was fine, but a few days later the power supply stopped charging the laptop. I had a little look and the plug that goes into the computer was bent and not making a decent contact. "Right," says I, "I'll be a tightarse and have a look-see what Amazon can find me." I soon find a charger, 16 quid with a couple of couple of pages of decent reviews. "Brilliant," I think to myself, "I'll have that!" So off's I go, type my details into the computer, and lo and behold a few days later the charger arrives. I fish it out the box, set the right voltage, select the proper connector and off we go, "Wahey!" I exclaim as I return to my journey through the internet's vast collection of porn and other educational material. About a week later however, it seems Houston has a problem. I've looked down at my keyboard and glanced at the little light panel in the corner and the charging light is not green. It's not even flashing orange. "Hmmm," thinks I, "what's that all about?" I unplug the charger from my laptop and plug it back it. Problem solved. My status as a computer wizard restored, I returned to playing Command and Conquer. A few days the problem occurs again however, and this time no amount of unplugging and plugging bakc in again will help. "Bugger," I whisper, seeing my dreams of being reasonably good with computers fall away in tatters, "what now?!". I look down to where the clock is shown on my screen and, strangely, the plugged in icon is still showing. It says "Plugged In, Not Charging." "Well," thinks I, "that'll do for now." and I carry on with frittering my day away. A couple of weeks pass of me putting up with the situation when suddenly, my laptop turns off. "What the flip," I scream, "just happened?!" I'd been typing up some work and I could already feel my lecturer's piercing glaze on the back of my head as I walk out of his office having just delivered a scrappy handwritten essay. My finger reaches for the power button, I close my eyes and press...the laptop powers up...the log in screen is reached...I type in my password and hit "Go." Everything seems to be fine until the fateful moment. The cooling fan goes "Whierrrrrr...blip", the screen goes blank, the lights all turn out. "Bugger." Thinks I. The work I was doing is somewhat essential, so I'm faced with a choice, get on a bus to town in the vain hope that the Currys Digital would have a laptop charger suitable, or jump in a taxi and get fleeced by stupidly asking to be taken to the nearest computer store, which will invariably end in me getting taken for a very expensive ride to a PC world when I could have nipped into the internet cafe 5 minutes away. I choose the taxi. We arrive at the PC World, that seems remarkably close to my house, yet took a strangely long time to get to, and I go inside. I hastily ask the shop attendant where I can find laptop power supplies and I rush around following the inevitably vague intructions of an acne infested nerd who never really got over being bullied in year 10. I look down to find a huge selection of chargers, when I say huge, I mean 3. "Three bloody chargers?!" Thinks I, "A store this big and you've got a selection of just three?!" I come to the conclusion that they're bound to have a cheap one, a middle range one and stupidly expensive one. I immediately spot the expensive one, it's white, shiny and bound to have been designed with a certain mp3 player/laptop monoply in mind. I spot the middle of the range one too, it's in a cheapish looking plastic container, plenty of wires and fittings on display. "Brilliant," thinks I, as my eyes continue left along the shelf "I've found the cheap end one!" Only it's not cheap. It's Â£59.99 and it hasn't even got a transparent display panel. It's in a crap looking cardboard box and a repaired with sellotape hanger loop coming out the top. Weighing up the options I decide that the hit my bank account will take will pale in comparison to the hit my degree would take if I didn't submit the work properly, so I hand over my card dance my fingers over the chip and pin pad and leave, disgruntled. Another strangely long taxi ride back and I plug in my overpriced purchase. "Top blimin banana!" I exclaim, as the little orange light begins to flash again on my computer. My laptop is charging, my work has auto recovered and everything will be fine. I get back to it and get a decent amount done, when I decide to ring the girlfriend to organise our time together this coming weekend. We're idling away the time with small talk when I look down and see the orange light has stopped flashing. It hasn't been replaced with a green one. The air was turned blue with profanity and had a dog been nearby I would have very nearly kicked it. One hundred English pounds down and the score remains Laptop One, Me Nil. "Fuck." Thinks I.