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Now Playing: Ellie Goulding – Guns & Horses

December last, I finally stopped dithering and asked my brother to pick me up an iPod Classic. Longtime readers (of the imaginary blog updated only in my head) will know that I’ve been in search of a new mp3 player ever since my late, extremely un-lamented creative zen slipped into a coma. FINALLY, after a lot of ipod vs zune deathmatches, I decided to go with the herd and succumb to the apple infection. (Frankly? It was the accessories that sold me. All those pretty, pretty accessories.... )The conversation went thusly:

Me (Imperiously): BROTHER! When comest thou to visit us from yon frigid climes, purchase thou an iPod classic from Beste Buye. And seest thou that it be jet-hued, else will I kick thee severely, VARLET!

Brother: Um, I have exams on right now…

Me: KNAVE! Which be of paramount importance, thine education or mine entertainment?

Brother: Hanging up now…

(fast forward to a week or so later, at Abu Dhabi airport)

Brother: Hey.

Me (in manner of zombie): iPooooooodddddd…

Brother: I think I forgot to pack it.

Me (rabidly): NYARGGGHHHHHHH I KILL YOU NOWWWW –

Brother: Um, here you go. And please don’t talk to me in public from now on – oh my God, are you biting off the packaging?!?

Me: NOM NOM NOM IPOD I LOVE YOU NEVER NEVER LEAVE ME –

Rest of family (Exits rapidly hoping no one connects them with the obviously deranged girl molesting the iPod in the airport Starbucks)

To Be Continued…