Glorious Sensory Depravation
Noooooooooooooooo!
My ancient-but-beloved Sony headphones have died (I think they got sat on in the pub) which means I’m suffering the ambient sounds of Guildford as I walk around. For reference, the ambient sounds of Guildford largely consist of groups of kids comparing how many cars they’ve keyed or how many times Sharon from year 10 has been pregnant.
Amazon are delivering a shiny new pair of Shure ‘phones, but will they get here before I lose my mind? Someone stop me before I start ordering bodykits and neon underlighting!