The Apple Mac’s time has well and truly come if the articles offering advice on making the cross platform migration that are springing up everywhere, are anything to go by.
The first things that struck me on entering my local Next Byte store were the white, shiny surfaces that gleamed everywhere, like a scene from A Clockwork Orange before the ultra-violence begins. Funky music played while a group of young groovers, who I soon realised were staff, clustered around an iMac like cool kids around a hot rod. Feeling decidedly inadequate I browsed the iMacs, fell in love with a 51-centimetre model, and gave myself one week to think about it. The next week I went to a different store dressed in my least daggy clothes (the staff still seemed unimpressed) and hauled an iMac home.
