I am pleased to announce that I have finally solved my computer problems, so I will be updating the blog more regularly now. I bought a cheapo Acer Aspire notebook in Carrefour yesterday for two hundred and forty Euros. I’m going to simply laugh next time I see those slick Mac adverts that run down PC’s, and I’ll not be taken in by the claims of technical superiority for Macs ever again.
My MacBook Pro died a few weeks ago. It was a 2007 machine which cost over one thousand seven hundred pounds, but the Mac people in Alicante told me the hard drive is dead and it will cost nine hundred Euros to fix. Eventually I will get it going myself, and find a hard drive on Ebay for a hundred Euros, but I still need to try and recover data from the dead hard drive first.
Today the Spanish local elections are taking place and I am registered to vote, so I am going into Finestrat with the donkeys this morning. As soon as I have some photos to add to this blog, I’ll update it, later in the day. Meanwhile, here is a Reuters news film about the thousands of young people defying a ban on their protest in the Puerta del Sol in Madrid. They are campaigning against the harsh cuts that all European countries are now experiencing. It is good to see young people finding a voice here, for there is nothing worse than the kind of apathy that our highly commercial secular consumer society seems to produce.
Well, surprise, surprise, I could not vote in the local elections, after all, because my paperwork was not right. It always happens in Spain. You have filled in all the forms, but there’s always one more form, the most important one, that they failed to give you. I have no ‘padron’, so I cannot vote although I filled in the forms to vote. If they asked to see the ‘padron’ before they let you fill in the form to vote it would make more sense… But burrocracy rarely makes sense, so let’s not think about it too much. I’m having a beer and the donks enjoyed all the attention at the Casa de Cultura voting station, so mission accomplished. The PP will lose a vote but that’s bad luck. Maybe it was God’s way of telling me I should have stuck to my lifelong routine of voting socialist. This time I wanted to give my vote to the people who are doing a fine job here, the PP. I am sure they will win anyway in Finestrat. The PSOE programme is a joke and the PP have had a very successful four years in office.
The donks didn’t vote either. Matilde is conservative (she thinks everything through according to personal advantage and expects food at exactly 7 am) and Ruby is a trotskyist (I assume that because she is a featherbrained idiot most of the time.)
Oh well, a four hour excursion for nothing. No… actually, a jolly nice walk, with lovely views of Puig Campana mountain on the way home. Who was it that defined golf as ‘a good walk ruined’? The same might be said for going into Finestrat to vote.