Does me in ‘The Apple Store ‘ ,Regent Street, friday night , 6pm, when handed an identical green ipod replacement , refusing to hand Rosie’s old one over and bursting into tears ( they let me keep it ) , count ? When home Jacob , we could reinact it . Perhaps bring in a few extras ( i.e. blogfollowers ) and make a sort of ‘T Mobile in Liverpool Street Station’ meets ‘Killer’ dance routine in the clinical Apple Store ?
You’ll all be gald to know Friday night had a happy ending. With Rosie’s ipod clutched to my breast ( no comments about plenty of room there , please ) we shot off to meet Paula and Nik for a theraputic dosai , palak lamb etc. and a couple of bottles of Tikka Gold.