What’s an iPod?

If you are asking that question, then I know which school you might be from in Cape Town. It’s that music player thing your parents bought for you.

I have quite an old iPod (30GB photo- old school) and it was playing up the other day. I couldn’t listen to my Belinda Carlisle collection. Tracy Chapman was not working either. I was distraught without my Cyndi Lauper. In fact nothing was working. Tom Jones, Lionel Ritchie…NOTHING!

So I busted into the iStore ready to kick ass and chew gum. And I was all out of gum.

I went to the guy at the back of the store at the repair section thing, he gave me a feral look from behind the counter, a little pale looking, a little scared as well as though he had been looking at porn.

“iPod. Not work” I said, like a proper delinquent.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It won’t turn on, and when it does, it just skips through all the songs without playing them”

“It could be that the hard drive is damaged, and then usually you have to get a new iPod. But…it could also be something less serious. Give these guys a call…” He said as he handed me a card for iFix iPod repairs.

I took the card and read it. It said I could drop my iPod at Mabu Vinyl (Awesome place for vinyl records- Pay them a visit) in Cape Town.

I drove straight through, demanding answers, demanding money, demanding drugs and demanding women!

I spoke to this chilled guy there who let me know that I would have to fill out a form of sorts, and they would get back to me if the repair was over R500. Anything under that and they would automatically repair it.

“Sounds like a plan, Japan” I said to the guy at the desk.

I left my iPod there last week, and got an sms today saying the bad boy was ready.

I drove around like a loony looking for parking in town as it was its usual mess. Eventually I found a spot, and ANOTHER car guard approached me.

“Hi sir”

“Don’t worry about the VR3 my lad, it spits flames at anyone who comes close to it”

“Ok sir”

Cool, now I won’t have to pay him, the 40th car guard that has approached me today.

Rolling in in a blaze of glory, I slammed my slip down, my iPod was fetched and it was going to cost me R350.

My invoice: Sorry ladies, had to blur my phone number out. E-mail me…

“Sick” I said to myself, LOUD.

All that was needed was a battery replacement, and now it’s working like a dream!

And so now I find myself back at home listening to “Not alone anymore” by The Travelling Wilburys. You know, with Roy Orbsion.

Funny enough, I am still alone. Not lonely of course. NO! Me? I don’t get lonely!

A little bit of trivia here. Roy Orbisons first wife was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident in 1966. Then while Roy boy was touring England in 1968, the family home burnt down on September 14, and two of his three sons died in the fire.

And I’m writing this almost exactly 40 years after that happened. And yesterday was the 14th.

Strange…very strange indeed.

I must finish this off, the tears are about to short circuit my laptop.

So as I said, my iPod was fixed perfectly and once again I can listen to romantic love songs, all by myself, whoop whoop! Could life be any better?

Don’t answer that for me.

So if you are in Cape Town, and your iPod is working about as hard as Thabo Mbeki, then get hold of iFix iPod repairs.

Best of all, they have a little website, over HERE.

No don’t stress, that’s what I’m here for.

Sean Lloyd

Editor