that killed my IPod, yesterday. I had to do a restore
to get it talking to I-Tunes again. Then, after I'd allowed Real Player manage the Pod (recommended *raises eyebrow*), it wouldn't talk to I-Tunes again. I had to do a second restore and have not allowed Real Player to have its wicked way since. No problems at all today.
Despite the fact that calove
and I spent a sleepless night (me=asthma; she=backpain), I'm feeling pretty chipper today for someone who had only 4 hours' sleep. Lots of good music on the Pod, laptop at the ready to play a film when I want it, and MWNN
serving lots of TLS
just when it's needed.
Oh, and Doctor Who
was cracking last night, what with it's Buffy shoutouts. I half-expected Charles Dickens to start polishing his (non-existent) specs and mutter Ghost. Pffft. It's all balderdash and chicanery.
Think I'll go and watch Simon Callow again, in Amadeus, The Director's Cut
. Anyone know if it was really him singing Papagena? I see from the cast list that the actor who played Wesley's father plays Mozart's father.