Forget to take my mobile out with me and I'm a wreck. Is there anything worse than relaising you've left your cash machine card at home. The other week, my digi camera was bust and lthough life ticks along without it, I could barely cope.
I got a new dilemma - my MP3 has a small fault and needs to go back to the manufacturer for an under guarantee repair. It has 4,000 songs on it plus a few of my favourite podcasts. I listen to it in the car, at work, when I'm out and even in the garden or at home.
I got loads of other devices to listen to music but it's my MP3 I love. I'm a sad git, I know.
So my depression has inspired this adapted memoriam!
Hither please join me to scatter flowers
This sixth day of May
Upon our fallen heroes' graves
On this Memorial Day
I cherish now no bitter thoughts
Don’t feel sorry for me
No shuffle have I got today
It’s dead … my MP3
It’s dead … my MP3
The rank and file in North and South
Believe their cause was just
We find upon each battle flag
Since Harris has No Music To Trust
Since Harris has No Music To Trust
And in this sunny land of South Wales
Where so much that goes on is phoney
The only thing I ask tonight
Is “****ing repair it fast Sony!”
AMEN
AMEN
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