The lightning revealed the outline of the brick terrace house in Swindon's Old Town. There, perched on the side of a hill, a terrible scientific experiment was about to take place. In the beige dungeons of of the house, beneath the slanting archways, Doktor Kaldrailstein made the last few adjustments to his work. Soon he would pull the industrial strength lever that allowed the electricity to flow, and breathe life into his creation. The terrible hybrid creature, made from the parts of deceased computers, lay inert on the floor.

Oh hang on, I need to plug this cable in too. Ahhh, that's better. I, Doktor Kaldrailstein, will now make this computer live!....

*click*

Live! Live ! Mwuahahahaaaaaa!... Oh go on, please... hang on... The screen is changing. My computer is alive!... Oh, it's all frozen up. I'll just thump it on the side here, wake it up a little.... Yes! Kaldrailsteins Monster is booting up! They all said I was mad, that it couldn't be done, but I have proved myself correct.

Errr... Hang on.... This all going wrong.... No... No.... Stay back.... What have I unleashed upon the world?

Good News Of the Week

My PC is running. Not entirely eagerly it must be said, but I can get it going. Just thought you'd like to know before crowds of irate Swindoners chase me through the night with torches and pitchforks in indignation at my repair job.