Hooked on tunez

Man, I can't believe how long I had that free iPod languishing in my cupboard, unused.

As soon as I got it I took a massive hate against it.

Because, you know, no voice recording, radio, or flash memory, the scroll wheel's stoopid, the battery's crap, it's so shoddy and overpriced, I could never go for a walk with it, it'd break into a million pieces, I wanted green, not blue, blah blah Apple-hate.

So I just stuck it on the eBay pile and forgot about it, mostly.

'Til last week, when I was forced to use it for uni listening purposes.

NOW I'M MAINLINING IPOD LOVE-CRACK.

That's a special kind of crack, by the way, where you love, love, love, love, your iPod. You love it beyond all reason, beyond all understanding. You love it as you've never luuuuurved before.

It's so awesome. I love its clicky wheely goodness, its pretty backlit screen, its... everything.

I ADORE that I'm coocooned from everything, wrapped in a shimmery, soft bubble of tunes.

Right now I'm floating on a balmy, breezy old-school sea, with Frank, Rosemary and Louis.

Buh-bye now - I have to put my tiny, shiny baby to bed.