(It’s very apt.)
Many, many, many moons ago — I’m talking like maybe thousands — twat features here
had one of his little hissy fits he’s prone to having with inanimate objects.
This time it was a laptop.
It didn’t end well.
The exact ins and outs of why I lost my shit is lost to time, but I beat the one part of a laptop one should never beat ’til it’s bent : the place that makes the laptop laptop.
I reduced the poor thing to a disability stick stuck up its backside.
Worst of all, I lost my music!
My ❤️ playlist was as dead as a Dodo and just as gone.
And who was guilty?
Tut tut tut.
It’s taken years.
It’s been many failed attempts.
It’s been spending months and years convinced I loved a song, only to find out it was a general mixer.
But finally, I have a ❤️ playlist that is tune after tune, hit after hit, excuse after excuse for underwear sing-alongs!
Not a ‘skip’ button in sight.