What an arse-pain. You have my sympathy, Vorgs - it's exactly the sort of thing my fuckwitted self would do, so I feel your pain.

And so should you.

The first big problem with Kindles. They're too easy to leave behind.

You'd feel a bit ticked-off at leaving your Stieg Larsson on the train, but nothing like Vorgongod does now.

I'd now get gloriously plastered.

PS It's 'Temple Meads' at Bristol, for when you call them.

Sorry about your bad day!

Before Christmas I went through similar grief after my mobile slipped out of my pocket on the train.
I live in Edinburgh and the train goes back and forth to Glasgow. I was not impressed with the torn faced assistant who assured me staff were not insured to carry my phone and if found it would be handed in to Glasgow! Luckily a phone call to the mobile got a friendly conductor who was happy to run the risk and return my phone to Edinburgh. He dropped it off to the lost property office bypassing the aforementioned harridan who would probably have sent it off to Glasgow.

Expect a £5 administration fee to reclaim your property from the lost property office.

to hear that, Vorgongod. Maybe the time has come to admit to being middle-aged, where absent-mindedness is the default position. Me? Oh yes, double doublecheck (if you remember to..) but you still wind up losing stuff and forgetting important things. And this feeling: what have I forgotten this time? Try putting loads of little reminders and honks and tweets into your Blackberry, great way of marking time.

Hope you get it back (but don't hold your breath).

convert to mobi and send it to the kindle with your details, you never know you might get lucky.

Poor Vorgs, that's lousy. Fingers crossed it magically comes back to you. Drakeygirl got her iphone back under similar circumstances, so you never know...

is a remarkably tame epithet, Vorgongod.
I would have gone with 'Fu Kin Del' myself.

EDIT: The thread title 'Had I been drunk' definitely doesn't apply to the time I lost my iPhone and miraculously got it back, Hannah, as you well know...

My sympathies. I once left a cheap microphone stand on a Bristol-bound train from London. When I called (pre-Bombay call centre), they confirmed that they'd found it, and that they could send it back to Paddington the following day where I would be charged more than its replacement value to collect it. I thanked them, told them not to bother, and bought another one from Maplins.

were your downfall. Firstly, you were seduced by the busty charms of Ms Price into ignoring the intellectual goodies contained in your Kindle, for the downmarket delights of a red-top rag. And then Mrs Pushy & Rude clearly distracted you further, and you cannot be blamed for the resultant device-orientated memory lapse. No, women were your downfall, it wasn't your fault. All that said, I hope you get it back, and if you do, it will probably be some kind-hearted woman who finds it and hands it in.

Dull, but might it be covered by your house insurance? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

What can I say? I was so heartened by all your kindness and helpful hints that I had accepted and fully expected this to be a 'Thanks anyway guys, you made it all a little easier,' kinda post. Yet here I stand on Platform 1 at Oxford Station with Amazon's finest, sheathed in its blue leather case snugly in my greatcoat pocket.
Chuffed just about begins to describe how I feel. No more Sun for me I tell ya and please let me raise a glass to the kindness of strangers and, can't believe I'm saying this, but the decency and friendliness of First Great Western staff.

...I've been through all the gamut of emotions reading this one Vorgs. Life can sometimes spring a kindl(e)y surprise!

Did you get your copy of the sun back as well?

by this form today's Sun? Lego, album covers and a quiz........

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/3384822/Blocks-rockin-beat...

to " slap my arse and call me Blanche Dubois!" - there are specialist establishments for that sort of thing. Just ask any passing High Court Judge for the nearest

Reminds me of an OAP who drinks in my local. He was standing at the bar with page three opened up in front of him. He said "I know I'm supposed to look at these...........but I can't remember why"!

Just wait until you turn the thing back on, and your erudite literary collection has been replaced by a comprehensive selection from the archives of Hustler.

Now I know that if we can be sure of one thing in this life, it's this: All is not lost.

The other side of that coin: left mine at an airport in November. No joy with airport or with airline. Two weeks later, discovered as I logged on to my Kindle account that the missing device had been deregistered by some jammy bugger who was obviously using it himself. Thus despite the fact that my name, address, email, inside leg measurement were all carefully recorded in the unit. Not pleased.

Delighted for you, though. And my books are all redownloadable gratis on the replacement Kindle I've since acquired.