Sad to lose old friends

We all have to spend life it seems, losing things. Firstly for me, it was
my Gaihawk Hotmail account, filled to the gills with old emails, classic
TMUK stuff, and personal emails from around the era of BCE 99 and even
well before that time. I will never truely realise what I lost.Then after that, the next major electronic loss suffered was I think, my entire Outlook email pst file, going way way back also, losing everything I'd ever really emailed in the process. I lost a lot and was really quite upset about it all. At the same time, I also lost all my favourites, years of browsing wasted.

Shortly after this, I lost my cellphone, which aside from being worth around £250 at the time, had pictures on it that I treasured, including from Gamestars live 2004, the Nokia Party, London and my Nanny's funeral and final resting place. Every number I'd ever collected, also on there. Why aren't things more automated and easy to back up to eachother? This is insane. I'd pay, believe me I would. You never really care about backing up until you lose something of value; I did because my Dad worked in the back up business for a while, and yet it seemed that no one would help me back up properly. I was constantly asking 'can I not back stuff up soon?'. Nothing happened. I admit to forgetting about it somewhat.

And then it happened.

All of these, painful as they were, I could handle. What happened
recently and next I could not.

My D drive, the data drive, about 30 gigs of pure data, all of it personal, was lost. The drive just started clicking and wouldn't read any more. Jazz was fuming and at a loss for what to do. I think he knew the moment it happened what he'd done, or rather the drive had done, I am not convinced it was his fault, though it would be nicer somehow to have somebody to attatch the blame to. The truth is, I think the drive just simply failed. Seconds before Jazz was going to copy it across to a brand new location.

All my edited wav files of irreplacable audio tape stories (some are snapped tapes now and probably won't every get revived, though I still have the tapes), all my images from forever, all my MP3s and other sound files, all letters I've ever written, all my application forms and CVs etc., all the documents and stories and web pages, all the settings within the aforementioned, and worst of all possibly - my entire Biography. If I never get this back, and you are reading this now, mourn the loss of the original, because re writing a second time never contains the same raw spirit of the first version; especially since I wrote about
50 per cent of that stuff when I was at college and still 'feeling it'. I recovered the data at huge personal cost. £450 plus vat (£570). That is all I will say. Professional recovery specialistis did it. Back up your personal files, or else you'll pay.

Love as many people as you can. We are a nation of superminis. Isn't it a pain trying to get your cellphone out of your pocket whilst sitting down?