Minger

So Minder is being revived. Can't see it myself - with the word 'updated' in all the press I've seen, I have images of a 2008 Terry slamming a rival scallywag up against a wall with a stanley knife at his throat. Good clean gentlemanly fisticuffs just won't play these days...

ITV didn't go for the pitch - too quirky. The incoming regime intends to play it safe, which is fair enough given their gruesome performance recently. So off it pops in hopes of finding a different, perhaps better, home. Fly little pitch, fly.

I want this in black (white's just silly, isn't it? White electronic goods are so clean, shiny and antiseptic they make me think of sanitary ware) and I want this.

The former because it's the laptop I've been yearning for since I first used computers - I don't want a whizzbang desktop replacement on which I can watch HD movies/create my own movies/play GTA/surf/mix my latest gabba track to irritate my fellow train travellers with, I want something on which I can type up notes, maybe work on a draft if production pressure demands it, that's fast, no heavier than a plumpish book, and won't make me feel sick if (or rather when - I know myself all too well) I drop it. And the latter because it's about as close to a magic wand as I've yet seen.

But we need to get a sand pit. Tsk. The bairns can play but I can't...?