Friday 7 May 2010
We all lose things from time to time: our wallets, our car keys, our marbles. However, two years ago I lost my iPod. I say lost: despite the fact that I couldn't find it, I know where it was. You see, I'd lost it in the car. One minute it was there, the next it had slipped deep into a nether world usually inhabited by loose change and travel sweets. And in much the same way drug enforcement officers systematically take a car apart at the Mexican border, I looked everywhere for my beloved shiny thing. But it had simply disappeared. So, after shedding a few i tears, I moved on and, with a heavy heart, replaced her with a new model.
Fast forward to yesterday and the car's been with the grease monkeys all day for a big service. And as I'm pulling off the forecourt, what do I see staring at me lovingly from the confines of the cup holder? I couldn't believe it; not a scratch on her. She was low on juice so I gave her a quick charge and she was ready to go. Again.
And when I hit shuffle, this was the first track. It's even, vaguely, topical.