15,000 tunes....

The year was 1966. I had matriculated at Edinburgh to pursue an Arts degree - English Literature the aim. In those days - a tribute to the historical and laudable nature of Scottish education as a broadening experience - the rule was that Arts students should study at least one course in a Science, and vice versa.

I chose Computer Science. I thoroughly enjoyed programming, in an obsolete language called Atlas Autocode. I had to sit in an attic in Buccleuch Place and punch programs, line by line, onto an IBM Card puncher! One card per line. And then, holding them together with a rubber band, descend to the basement where the computer lived - and it occupied a whole room. PC's had yet to become a reality. And the next day, I went back to the basement to get the result of my program - which may well have crashed in line 20 (the second line!).

Those were simpler days - and the micro skirt was at its zenith too.

This hard disk drive is not one of the larger ones - a mere 60 Gb. 45 years later, I no longer know as much about computers and what makes them tick as then I did.

So I can marvel that this HDD can easily store 15,000 tunes. That's a lot of singing!