The first day back at work. Well, not for me. I'm laid up with a cold, a runny nose, a blocked throat, a headache, mucus pouring into my mouth from somewhere and so I'm really really not up to commuting. Dial in, Turn on, and show up.

Last night, I uploaded all my songs onto the iPod. Despite saying 40gb on the tin, (and thus, me mercilessly shaving my collection to the 8019 songs I want the most, which sounds like a lot, because it is, and there you are), since I am working a PC, I actually have 37.13gb. Wish they'd mentioned that on the box, I wouldn't have spent so long uploading songs I don't have space for. In the meantime, it spends several hours transferring via a USB port, so I am netless. My taste however, is, as always, immaculate.

Apparently iPod's are this Christmas' really Big Gift. Like Buzz Lighteyar in 1995, and the Tickle Me Elmo in 1998. The period as an iPod widow are, for teh most part, over, thankfully. When everything works, my first test is always to put on New Order performing True Faith (1998 Peel Session version, geeks), as it has the full range of sounds I like to check. Live drums, squelchy synths, crunchy guitars, and that bass sound. (Incidentally, if you ever want to make a fortune, sell one of those basses to Peter Hook, he pays big money for them as they are his signature sound, and he has 6 of the 40 or so left in the world, alongside a set of hard-to-find, expensive-to-repair, obscure sound pedal thingy's).


A 14 year old heavily pregnant girl was murdered in Telford, and when I read this, it puts Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING into perspective. Sadly, the girl was last seen "wearing a pink tracksuit, white T-shirt and white Kappa trainers". Thus, I can't help but think either Vicky Pollard, or chav scum. Truly dreadful as murder is, our prejudices don't help. When I read that sentence I probably thought, hmm, slutty chavver, which is utterly wrong.

I suppose all of us are, at some point in our lives, slightly chavvy : even if it is only naivety that makes it so. A regular haunt of mine in Birmingham has this to say on it's website :

"We don't want the "chav" crowd ruining the nights at Snobs, just the happy, friendly good time people to come along have the best time they can... So if you're the type to wear football tops, caps, Rockport, Burberry, or Hackett you probably won't get in!"

It also has a sign on the window, which I may post a picture of up shortly. Look what I found..



Did I ever tell you Orange is my favourite colour?

Oh yes, I know about the Tsunami. I'm just unable to formulate a response.
- posted by Mark @ 8:52 am