Overseen On The Train
Spotted over someone's shoulder, in The Sun newspaper, new ipod for books ( you can store hundreds of books on a portable device and read them whenever and wherever you like).
I don't want to piss on Apple's chips, but don't we already have a portable device that we can use to read our fiction or non-fiction favourites? They're called books. You can take them anywhere, they don't mind being battered about, you can carry on tomorrow where you left off today.
Of course, if anybody wants to read 100 books at a time, or maybe wants to read an encyclopedia at random, then the new device will be very handy.
Overheard On The Train - 1
The portable music device, however, has transformed countless lives. You can even listen to spoken word versions of books on them, handy if you want to explore Dickens but feel the need to drift off during certain long, tedious passages.
I know how people moan about hearing other people's music on public transprt. It doesn't usually bother me. But it did yesterday.
A 45 minute fret-wank guitar solo, that's all I could hear. Some heavy metal shit. And then the bloke stood up and he was carrying a canvas shoulder bag with those silly band patches on. Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Iron Maiden, Manowar. So...
BASICALLY HE LIKES ANYTHING WITH LOUD GEETARS!...EH? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!...I SAID THE GEEZER'S GOT SOME TASTE. SOME, BUT NOT A LOT! HIS EARS ARE FUCKED!...EH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Overheard On The Train - 2
"Last night? It was alright. He went Spanish and I chilled out."
"He wants to be careful. He's walking on thin ice...He might tip her over the edge."
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