As if public transport isn't stressful enough...

As if riding a packed bus every morning isn't horrifying enough, I now, on a daily basis, find myself surrounded by those frustrating people who insist on playing their ipods so loudly that they might as well just ditch the headphones and go the whole hog, by carrying a radio around with them 'rasta' style. Obviously, being British, I never venture to do anything about it. Although I do distribute my fair share of huffing and evil glares.

But seriously, what is the point? Not only are they distracting me from half an hour of perfectly good reading time, they must be savaging their ear drums. Surely people's playlists still consist of some S-Club 7 worthy cheese or something equally embarassing enough to keep the sound as quiet as possible. But I guess that's the point isn't it? Ipods are the new culture symbol (or so I hear); the idea being that what you listen to says something about who you are. I guess it does explain the uncomfortable phemonemon that is men, way past the acceptable age, blaring Rhianna on the tube in the hope of sounding 'hip'. Gone are the good old days of walkmans and boyzone (or so we had hoped, but that's for another post). I might sound like my Mum, but maybe this time she's got it right.