The CD Reaper. Camp as hell to you but to CDs he's pure terror.

Of course personal digital transfer now spells the end of single track or album storage media forever, which I will stop discussing immediately, for fear of growing metal from my eyes,  wires from my fingers and speaking only in digital screams, which as we all know is the fate of people who write about such things. Yes it is.

I shall miss putting CDs into the stereo. I quite enjoyed the eager glint of the disc and the pleasant sensation of  its sharp but soft edge, snugly nestled  into my finger tips. I liked opening them and flicking through the inlay. I liked the feeling of having bought something solid from a record shop.

Though I have to admit I won't miss the scratches and the impossibly fragile cases. Neither will I miss that moment when you open the box and it's empty, and you KNOW you put it away, so it was DEFINITELY someone else and then you get really angry. You start shouting and ranting about how no-one has any respect for anyone else's property, and maybe even a bit of spit comes out of your mouth, and then you're hitting the CD rack and kicking at it and then the CD rack falls over and it's broken and you finally calm down and realise it's not the CD rack, its your house mate lying on the floor and those aren't CDs on the carpet, they're his teeth along with the irreparable pieces of another friendship, which was doomed to failure by CDs.

So on reflection I won't miss CDs. They're crap. Thank god we're getting rid of them. I hate them, they're a lot like Hitler, only much worse on a very real scale.