I always knew the day would arrive when I had to have a serious conversation with my son about the facts of life, but I still wasn’t ready when the moment came.
“Mummy,” he said, his big blue seven year-old eyes gazing up at me, “What’s an iPod?”
AN IPOD. I had been prepared to explain all about cassettes, perhaps getting a little misty eyed as I described popping a tape in the Amstrad CPC 464 deck, pressing play, and then going on holiday for a fortnight hoping it would have loaded by the time you got back. CDs, even. LaserDiscs, if things got really intense. But it seems like only yesterday I was loading up my iPod with the latest chart hits from Samantha Mumba and Dane Bowers.
