That's it. I'm buying a Mac

The day has come. I've only been waiting for the internet to come online for two and a half months, such is the towering incompetence of TalkTalk. I can finally access the internet from my house (imagine...) but something's been niggling at me for a few weeks. It's not that the computer has got slower and slower as time has gone on. That doesn't surprise me. Nor did it unnerve me that a RAM upgrade, C Cleaner, scouring out the annoying little programmes, uninstalling the AVG scanner that took up all my processor power, and a hundred other things failed to do anything to halt the slow deterioration of the system. The lack of battery power and dodgy build quality were just, I assumed, something I had to accept. The fact that it just sometimes randomly crashed was, in some philosophical way, an acceptable compromise. I hadn't realised that the compromise was all one way.

So when it comes to the point that I'm poring over forums reading posts from one techie to another discussing how to find a version of a file to note down then uninstall and keep a series of numbers to reinstall a programme that is bound to completely destroy everything on my desktop, and I can't even find the file so I'm looking for what to do when you can't find the file, and all of this is because Windows wants to install something and can't and gives me an error code that doesn't come up on the normal list of things that I start to recall a conversation I had with a friend a couple of weeks ago that goes something like this "so what happens when it breaks?" "it doesn't." "how often does it crash?" "*snigger* it doesn't"...

The conversation took place while discussing whether it was worth my buying a Mac. I had never thought of it until Cassie came to stay, and I started playing with the thing. Much as I tried to resist its charms, I started to realise that it wasn't so much the prettiness that was seducing me. It was the fact that it worked so much better than every single PC I've ever owned, seen or heard about. The fact that there doesn't seem to be any need to have to think about it, that I could just get on with what I was doing.

And I'm just so sick of having to fix the bloody thing so much of the time. Once I saw something that doesn't cock up, I feel like an arse for having put up with it for so long. So I'm not going to any more. I might be wrong, but then I can always go back and buy a PC in a couple of years. As of next week, I'm on the mac.