Caught in a trap.
So now I have a case to protect it, I've actually started using my new iPod Nano. First thoughts? Absolutely amazing. Design wise it's perfect - thin, small in stature, and sexy, rather like yours truly, then.* It has just about the right amount of memory - 8gb - to store a pretty darn good selection of my most favouritest tunes EVAH, which all sound somewhat richer than I remember them sounding.
The thing I like about getting a new iPod (this is my third - iPod #1 now serves as a back-up hard drive, while my iPod Shuffle has the privilage of getting sweaty with me down the gym and when out running) is that it almost feels like your entire collection of music is something brand new to explore. Just sorting through my iTunes threw up some quality tracks that I'd forgotten about (the Smallville soundtrack, for instance, has some really good songs on it - 'Nuclear' by Ryan Adams?). Of course, the old favourites are getting a good airing too - live Rolling Stones, classic Bowie, and - don't laugh - The OC soundtracks, which have been the gateway to me discovering artists such as Sufjan Stevens and Nada Surf.
So iPod Nano gets two thumbs up and a broad grin. The jury's still out on the case, though; it's silicone, and seems to attract copious amounts of dust. It looks like I'm carrying a flap of hamster skin around with me.
My gym is becoming an increasingly weird place. Tonight, some tubby middle-aged woman was huffing away on a treadmill next to mine at walking pace, and kept stealing rather obvious glances at how fast I was running, how many calories I was burning, etc. I almost told her it was rude to stare. But then her treadmill beeped, and cut off after 30 minutes.
And what did she do then? She got off, checked her mobile, got back on, and started walking again. Why doesn't she go the hell out for a walk in the REAL WORLD if that's all she's going to do?
Elsewhere, some middle-aged man was exercising away while dressed in a shirt, suit trousers, and work shoes. Now that is just weird, unless the gym is instigating a dress code. Should I wear a tie next time? I'm sure it would look very dapper tucked into my sweaty vest.
Anyway, just as I was leaving, guess whose treadmill beeped to indicate 30 minutes was up? Yup. And guess who she walked over to? Yup. Peas in a pod. The weirdos hang together.
*Please excuse me. Constant references to my physical form stem from either:
a) A desire to be completely honest with you.
b) An incessant need to boost my own ego.
c) A sure sign that I'm a pathological liar.
d) Delusions of the highest order.
You may apply whichever one you prefer when thinking of me.