I know I was supposed to write about Double Take's Equatorial Hotel gig day by day. In fact, in my head, I take pictures in the morning and/or evening and by night, write the account in this blog. In my head, everything is on time. In my head, I'm laughing at my own jokes as I write the posts.

It didn't happen.

Why? Can I blame it on Roger's new MacBook? "I don't know how to use a Mac". "Why did Steve Job go make them close window command on the left instead of the right?" "How do I right click, sayang?" MAY I blame it on the new notebook?

While Roger is delighted with Mac and all its possibilities (he's an enthusiastic Switcher), I'm frowning and pouting in front of this impossibly-white techno la-la. I'm too impatient with it so I move on. I read books instead. I read magazines. I paint my toenails. I don't update this blog till I get home.

Better luck next time, Steve! You won't make a convert out of me - yet.