|nothing says love like extra creamcheese|
it's gotten a bit cold round good old london town, but the other day it was a reasonable temperature so damson jam and i went for a walk at lunch. coming up one of the seven dials (the one with the two brewers on it), seemingly out of nowhere, the first few seconds of 'my cherie amour' floated out from a window, or through a doorway or -- where the hell was it coming from? and why is the doppler effect not in effect? oh i'll tell you why, cause like a scene from a movie about a hot new york city day in the '70s, some guy was walking down the street, and i mean walkin' down the street, playing it.
but wait, what was he playing it on? the days of ghetto blasters and boomboxes are over, sara! you know this!
i will tell you. he was carrying a Bose iPod dock.
welcome to the future, kids. it's weird, and apparently rich.