I've got water, now, and I've had another snazzy idea. Either I get a wall-mounted stereo, or I can just make a little corner shelf where I can plonk my current one! As temperamental as my old green stereo is, it does work - occasionally - and I've had it for so long, gone through so much awesome music with it, that I couldn't bear to part with it. Everything I'm into now - Kevin Ayers, Caravan, Soft Machine, Yes - has been played through this.

Sure, it's jumpy and dusty and apparently hates Jimi Hendrix (it never plays his CDs!), but it's old and its mine and I love it. It's been to sea with my Dad and it's kept me sane in what might otherwise be moments of silence. I love you, stereo <3

P.S. My stereo's been immortalised in my Art exam final piece, anyway; the big A1 oil pastel drawing that I did for 'everyday objects'.