My iPod is finally looking it's age. Oh, you clever Apple people. Moo will be a year old this Christmas, and he's already dented in one corner and the headphones are showing wires (wires!) at the bottom.
Despite treating that thing like it's the last newborn ever to be born again forever and ever and therefore the fate of the human race, it's dinged and falling apart.
Guess I'll have to buy a new one.