Way We C:13:01 It
| Tuesday 6 February, 2007 |
 Sony - bag 'O shite |
And so a sprint up to the Euston Road, out comes the Seven Inch Super Zoon and... bugger. Not a good time for the old girl to be giving me a bit of grief.
Having had a photographic sabbatical over Christmas whilst I packed her off to Cardiff for a good seeing to, the Seven Inch Super Zoom returned at the start of last month and all was well. The Sony 'design fault' was fixed free of charge, and thank fuck for that. Fine to flog your range of Cycbershots; just keep it a little quiet that sooner or later they are doomed to fail.
But I really do love pointing my seven inches of fun around in public and it has served me well to date. I was loathed to give up on her and decided to treat her with some extra special TLC. That will be the black gaffer tape 'stealth urban photographer' look that I treated her to last week then. The fragrant mrs onionbagblogger reckons that it looks like a 'mechanical gimp.'
And in return, what do I get? The dreaded C:13:01 memory stick screen of death message. Online solution range from a fat format, a DIY re-build (fuck off Jack!) or even the tried and trusted method of inserting and ejecting the memory stick quicker than you can say 'Sony Digital - bag 'O shite.'
A fat format seemed to do the trick before I cycled off towards North London knobber land. Location found, lighting checked and I even remembered to take the lens cap off.
Photographer said: 'Let's do it!'
Camera said: 'C:13:01'
Arse.
A rapid insertion / ejection soon followed, even speedier than the shady looking male walking quickly in and out of the blacked out 'Steam Rooms' at the North end of Chalton Street.
Success! Not sure about the shady looking male, but I managed to wave goodbye to C:13:01 and I was back in business. Strike whilst the iron is hot (and the brilliant sun is still shining) and all that.
Fifteen minutes later and the Seven Inch Super Zoon was still functioning, and I had more freelance bollocks back at base.
I've fired her up a few times since (oh the glamour of a school assembly shoot (although that depends on who [new colour ahoy!]you are pointing your Seven Inch Super Zoom at, I suppose,)) and all is fine.
Anyway, must dash - I've got a bit of rapid insertion / ejection to attend to.
