My true love went to Norfolk Island. He went for 2 days in order to attend a 2-hour meeting. He came back tonight with 3 enormous bottles of booze and one of these for me:
which I am SO over the moon about. It's little, only 1GB (I've filled it already) but by golly I'm going to enjoy it. For one thing, I won't be able to hear the press squeaking as I work. And I won't annoy my silence-loving colleague as we print together. And I'll be able to do the housework with Led Zeppelin blaring in my ears and it won't annoy my true love, who finds the energy-injecting goodness of the Zep a bit much. Tuh.
Ah, the simple pleasure of something small to allow me to lose the world. I know I sound terribly out of touch, but I've managed to not have a personal music player for years (apart from the radio in my phone, and my bike chomped through its headphones a couple of months ago). It's not for lack of desire. It's because there's always been more important things to buy and no-one -- up to now -- has bought me one. And there's not been something so affordable and attractive. I love this little ipod. I'm thinking of it as a tiny portable mix tape. Sigh. I can't even begin to tell you how happy this makes me. Happy! I tells ya. Happy.
BTW, Norfolk Island sounds weird. They get to make up their own rules. Did you know that they don't have to wear seatbelts? And they are allowed to drink and drive... and cows are unfenced and constantly wander onto the roads. It was BB's worst nightmare, because he's a nervous driver at the best of times. They were laughing at him for putting his seatbelt on. But he's back alive, so who's laughing now, eh? He brought home a copy of the Norfolk Island telephone directory, which is very amusing, with little homilies scattered throughout and even a short-cut directory of nicknames at the front. And the mobile phone numbers are only 5 digits long! It sounds like something out of Gulliver's Travels.