My sister Melissa and her husband Stuart gave me an iPod when I was about to leave for Oxford. How fitting, then, that a mere few weeks before I leave these soggy isles, Ye Olde iPod should bite the dust.
Being an inquisitive kind of guy, I of course decided to dissect this tomb of digital music. Here, for those interested, are the innards of a once-great companion of mine, that had kept me company on many a transatlantic flight.
Of particular significance in this story is that, seven years on, I actually still had the little bugger! I have what some people may call a propensity to absent-mindedness at times, and as a kid would often hop in the car to school without my bassoon, or books, or shoes. I had a tendency to. . . well. . . lose things. So My Dear Sister, with all her love, decided to laser-etch a little reminder for me on the back of my iPod. Lis, aren’t you proud of me? If only Phred had come with a similar note. . .
