Tuesday, December 06, 2005
(Sister's birthday) / 2 (a)
Had an excellent weekend down in Sussex. Went out shopping for MP3 players and pissed off the chap in Comet so much he ran away. We had to find a replacement assistant, and even then that one looked a bit apprehensive. I wouldn't say I was being an awkward customer. But I probably was.
We had specifications that we wanted to stick to. Katie wanted an MP3 player. She wanted it small enough so she could wear it at the gym. This also meant that it had to be solid state to avoid the whole hard drive/heads crashing syndrome when jogging. We wanted half a gig of storage. And it had to be rechargeable, with its own internal battery. There were a couple of models we were looking at.
1. The Sony "Bean". Which, it seems, is rubbish;
2. The Samsung YP-u1x;
3. A red one which looked cool but wasn't.
So the Sony one was cast aside. It buzzes. Buyer beware. The red one needed a battery and only gave 10 hours' playback from a battery (which is shit). So it ended up being the Samsung one. Which seems pretty cool and certainly does everything (and more) that Katie wanted. The only funny thing with this one is that you charge it through the USB port, so your PC has to be on for it to charge. But other than that it seems to be a little beaut.
The man in Comet ran away when I told him that 256mb was not half a gigabyte of storage. He was most insistent that it was. What ever they are paying that man, it is surely too much.
In the end, after hell froze over and high water swept the world away, we emerged from Comet and made our rain-sodden way back to Dad's. There we were warmly greeted by much coffee, stew, fruit, cheese, beer, wine and whisky. Hurrah!
Katie had thought we might go out, but it was a ropey old evening, and she'd been working some crappy shifts. So we didn't. Instead we ate well into the night.
I went to bed with cheese and crackers coming out of my ears.
Next morning, I woke early.
I'd been dreaming about a song and I woke because it occurred to me in my dream that I was actually singing it in my sleep. I don't think I was, but it was eerie and it was 5am. I dropped back off and was re-awoken by Jamie's alarm clock going off at 6am. Lovely. He'd forgotten to switch it off. I was proud of him. Still, after some five minutes of fecking around trying to switch the bloody thing off, finally managed to restore perfect silence and collapsed back into bed until 9:30.
We had specifications that we wanted to stick to. Katie wanted an MP3 player. She wanted it small enough so she could wear it at the gym. This also meant that it had to be solid state to avoid the whole hard drive/heads crashing syndrome when jogging. We wanted half a gig of storage. And it had to be rechargeable, with its own internal battery. There were a couple of models we were looking at.
1. The Sony "Bean". Which, it seems, is rubbish;
2. The Samsung YP-u1x;
3. A red one which looked cool but wasn't.
So the Sony one was cast aside. It buzzes. Buyer beware. The red one needed a battery and only gave 10 hours' playback from a battery (which is shit). So it ended up being the Samsung one. Which seems pretty cool and certainly does everything (and more) that Katie wanted. The only funny thing with this one is that you charge it through the USB port, so your PC has to be on for it to charge. But other than that it seems to be a little beaut.
The man in Comet ran away when I told him that 256mb was not half a gigabyte of storage. He was most insistent that it was. What ever they are paying that man, it is surely too much.
In the end, after hell froze over and high water swept the world away, we emerged from Comet and made our rain-sodden way back to Dad's. There we were warmly greeted by much coffee, stew, fruit, cheese, beer, wine and whisky. Hurrah!
Katie had thought we might go out, but it was a ropey old evening, and she'd been working some crappy shifts. So we didn't. Instead we ate well into the night.
I went to bed with cheese and crackers coming out of my ears.
Next morning, I woke early.
I'd been dreaming about a song and I woke because it occurred to me in my dream that I was actually singing it in my sleep. I don't think I was, but it was eerie and it was 5am. I dropped back off and was re-awoken by Jamie's alarm clock going off at 6am. Lovely. He'd forgotten to switch it off. I was proud of him. Still, after some five minutes of fecking around trying to switch the bloody thing off, finally managed to restore perfect silence and collapsed back into bed until 9:30.
