If anyone was running a sweepstake on how long it would take me to crack and buy an iPod, having upgraded my operating system to something capable of receiving one: eleven days. (Am I planning to buy any presents at all for anyone other than myself this festive season, you ask?)
I charged it last night, synched it this morning, plugged myself in and pranced out into the world, and ten minutes later almost got run over as I sallied forth across a main road without looking. That's without all the tuneless muttering and little spontaneous dance routines I found myself going in for and which will undoubtedly get me beaten up for being peculiar before I'm much older.
Yep, gettin' my groove thing on in the middle of Woolwich High Street is unlikely to increase my life expectancy. But life's too short to keep your lips from moving when Sloop John B comes on.