Picture this...
There I was, Xmas Day, freezing on a London morning, videoing the kid unwrapping all those gifts he got from the grandfolks and other rellies living in Australia, and looking forward to the time I could get my hands on the 512Mb of memory with my name on it (bought by MYSELF, may I add).
The wife didn't want me to install it when I got it 12 days before (geez - mail order is so DAMN quick), so it was sitting next to the Cube like some form of Chinese torture. But Hell hath no fury like a wife scorned, so I couldn't touch it...
So - I'm singing to her "...Thanks for the Memory..." - and sadly, at that - when she produces a fair-sized box, from Santa to me. Ohh - another power tool.
Not.
Welcome to the world of truly bitchin' stereo - for now I have an iSub and Soundsticks. The world is a happy, distortion-free place.
The neighbours hate it, and I don't care...