The story of the lonely hard drive

High on a hill desk stood a lonely goatherd hard drive … *insert yodelling here*

A friend who shall remain nameless (Steven Macintyre) asked me to copy some files onto a hard drive for him, because he dropped his other drive and lost all his files. Since I had the last known backup, he wanted to get hold of said backup.

Now Steven this person, when discussing the technical details of supplying me with a new drive on which to restore his data, was informed by me to provide something "I can plug into my Mac".

So, for the last two weeks, the internal IDE drive has been sitting all alone on the desk, waiting to be installed in a machine when I get around to it.

In other words, Steven, I'll do it when I feel like crawling around behind my desk with a torch and a screwdriver.