Many moons ago, when I was still in short trousers and Dangermouse was still on the TV, my Amiga 600 gave up the ghost an amazing TWO DAYS out of warranty (how did it know?! How did it know?!). In retrospect, I think only the disc drive had failed. But being too young to own a set of screwdrivers, or have the ¬£¬£¬£¬£HUGE amount of cash that a floppy drive cost in those days, I had to admit defeat. And probably cry, or something… in a manly way. One of my ‚Äúfriends‚Äù suggested that dropping it down the stairs might fix the problem. It didn‚Äôt.