Hello, my name is LuLu and I'm an addict........

Having just read perfectlyhappymum's recent post on her conversion from PC to Mac, I just want to say Congratulations on your new true love. 

I first met an iMac 6 years ago, a very old iconic blue one but it was love at first sight.  Then came my iMac 3 years later and finally my MacBook Pro a year and a half ago.  This does not include my love of my iPod or my iPhone, along with the contemplation about buying an iPad next month when I'm in America.  

Addicted?  Oh yes!!!!!!

Apple - now there's a great idea

Today I had one of those moments when I had tunnel vision.  I was on a mission and knew exactly where I was going.

Striding purposefully through Brent Cross Shopping Centre, my goal was the Apple shop.  That heavenly place where you can find all things 'mac'.

I walked straight in and towards the back of the shop to the accessories.

If I were a child earning pocket money, this would be where I would spend it (after saving for a few years).

I had decided that I needed new earphones and also some sort of system that would work in the car and allow me to play my iPod Classic and also my iPhone.

Now I specifically stated iPod Classic for this, because that is where most of my iTunes/CD collection is housed.  Sadly, there is very little that is made to accomodate both of these.  It seems to be one or the other.

Until the lovely people at Apple found a tape thingy that plugs into the iPod/iPhone, like the old fashioned ones for portable CD players.  Phew - at last a solution.

I was happy and it did NOT cost a fortune.

A hop, skip and a jump back to my mum's car with my goodie bag to start using said 'thingy'. 

Gasp of dismay!!!!

My mum's little Honda does not have a tape deck.

Oh my gosh - when did this happen?????

I was so frustrated.  This was not fair.

So I ran back to the Apple shop and returned it.

Obviously having a device that works for both my iPod and iPhone is just not meant to be.

The funny thing was, that having walked straight in twice, I did not notice that there was actually a queue outside, a long queue.

A lot can be said for being focused!!

Sarah and George

I go dancing almost every Tuesday night, or at least every Tuesday night that I'm in the country.
It has become part of my weekly routine.
Come snow, rain or sunshine, I can be found en route to my dance class.
It is my meditation, my physical exercise and my social time.
So naturally, I set out this last Tuesday thinking that I'd arrive on time. After all, I was traveling on a bus and didn't need to worry about using the tube, which was on strike.
But what I didn't anticipate were the road works.
About 30 feet of one lane of traffic was close, not much, but enough to cause a huge delay, especially as there was an island nearby which hindered big lorries and buses from manoeuvring around. In the end, we just sat there for 20 minutes while all the smaller vehicles turned around and went alternative routes. Thankfully this eventually enabled the bus to get through. I sat there contentedly playing sudoku on my phone, trying beat my best speed.
Just prior to delay, a man had gotten on the bus. He decided to sit next to me. He made a passing comment about my iPhone, asking if it was an iPad. I thought "duh! No, it's a fraction of the size", but out loud said, "no, it is just an iPhone".
My mistake.
This opened the floodgates for conversation, a very one-sided conversation on his part. He proceeded to tell me that he designed 'wind-tunnel' something or another for aerospace and that he was in communication with General 'somebody', but that their emails were being monitored.
He then asked where I was from.
I said England and he asked if I was from an old English line, as I had that look about me.
Then he asked my name.
"Sarah" was my answer but not my real name and at this point I felt more then a bit wary of him.
His was George.
Within the next minute or two, he got up to get off the bus.
Phew! Big relief.
I don't normally feel worried by talking with strangers on public transport, but this felt different.
It was quite an interesting experience to be perceived as someone else.
And for a few minutes, I became Sarah, an English woman.

New Addiction

I was given my first Mac 4 years ago and an iPod Classic last year for my birthday.
Pandora's box was now officially open.
After an initial frustration with it and not knowing my 'key strokes', I soon fell head over heels in love with it.
I'm not sure that I've ever been so in love with anything that wasn't human and male.....
Over time, I got to know the ins and outs of this beloved beast and treasured my time with it.
Alas, moving slower then molasses, the fateful day came some time last winter, when it decided to give up the ghost and move on to greener (or in it's case, bluer) pastures.
Oh no - disaster!
What was I going to do?
Thankfully my boss stepped in and saved the day.
Being a gadget man, he liked to update everything.
The latest Mac, iPod, iPhone etc.....
So he donated his spare iMac to me, saying that it was mine for as long as I worked with him.
The man is the epitome of generosity.
This new iMac opened up ever more doors of possibilities.
I was madly in love, again.
At least I was until last Friday, when I found myself walking into The Carphone Warehouse and changing my mobile phone contract from Orange (I had been a very loyal customer) to O2.
Why?
Quite simply.....
In a word.....
The iPhone.
Oh my gosh! Let the gushing begin.
This is the creme de la creme of all mobile phones.
It is exactly what my brother said to me, "a sexy phone".
And I will even take an insult from my best friend, who called me a 'bitch' when I told her I had an iPhone now.
I am now almost complete.
Once I have my delicious Macbook, my life will be fulfilled.
Oh joy! What more could I ask for, eh?