Anyone for streaming?

Once again I'm feeling inadequate and it's all the fault of technology.

I was at a friend's for dinner and Adele's album 21 was playing. We were discussing how fab it is when he started fiddling with an iPad on a side table. When I asked what he was doing I got one of those looks, you know the type, the looks that are reserved for people like me, the technologically challenged.

I could almost hear his inward sigh as he gave me a long suffering look and said: "I'm streaming." Well, the only streaming I tend to do is when I have a cold and that's my nose.

Some of my favourite people are very techy indeed. I 've never really understood why they feel they have a duty to enlighten people like me who don't know one end of a scart cable to the other, but they do and boy does that enlightening tend to go on...... So now I know all about streaming.........and to be honest I can see I'll be happy to let it pass me by.

After all, just what is the issue with getting up off the sofa, going over to the CD shelves and slapping on a CD? Apparently, this is out dated and the CD's days are numbered. Blimey, I hope not as I've only recently worked out how to load them on to my iPod and I'm only half way through my collection.

And that's another thing, it seems it won't be long before I'll be getting pitying looks as I take my iPod out when I'm at the beach or plug it in in the car........Call me a dinosaur if you like but I'm rather fond of my bright pink iPod. I love that I can have all my favourite music on one little machine, it suits me fine, but I'm being told by my cutting edge friends that the iPod will soon be old hat too.

I've realised that I have absolutely no hope of ever keeping up with technology. Today streaming, tomorrow who knows what? It's all going too fast for a poor techno-phobe like me so I've decided to jump off the techy bandwagon and just pootle along in my own sweet outdated way.

When we were kids my father hung on to his black and white TV until we were the only ones in the road without a colour one. The TV salesman used to joke that he'd do coach trips to see the old antique. Perhaps that'll be me soon......come visit the mad woman with her pink iPod......