Wuv... twue wuv..

Day 3 of life with the Sony Walkman and I've realised that my girlish dalliance with the iPod were merely a fanciful distraction. This is true love

Walk the line

I thought when I gave up driving, some of the travel-related annoyances in my life would, by default, disappear. Apparently not. It appears people who don't let you merge into the highway when you're coming off an exit have been replaced with people who step on your flip-flops when you're walking.

On the tube, where intimacy and proximity are unwanted but understandable, I'd be more forgiving, but if you're stepping (essentially) on the back of my foot while we're walking, YOU'RE TOO CLOSE!