Endless Nameless Endlessley
Mr Pudu is transferring all his CD's to his external hard drive at work. This has lead to a rather entertaining journey in to work.
In the stack of CD's he brought with him this morning was Endless Nameless. No one has ever told me not to trust a CD that you can't tell which way round it's supposed to go in the player.... perhaps it's obvious if you think about it... or a lesson we're all supposed to learn for ourselves... anyway, once my player had managed to read the darned thing it wouldn't give it back. 40 mins of endless pressing of the eject button, endlessly turning the machine off and on - even Pudu's best Aurthur Fonzerelli impression and ramming various things in to the gap yielded no CD.
Should you ever find yourselves in an Endless Nameless Groundhog Day situation, the key is to turn off the car, wait a few moments, turn the key once and frantically press the eject button. The victory squeal is optional - but I found it rather satisfying.
Sadly, it shall never darken my cars CD player ever again.
In the stack of CD's he brought with him this morning was Endless Nameless. No one has ever told me not to trust a CD that you can't tell which way round it's supposed to go in the player.... perhaps it's obvious if you think about it... or a lesson we're all supposed to learn for ourselves... anyway, once my player had managed to read the darned thing it wouldn't give it back. 40 mins of endless pressing of the eject button, endlessly turning the machine off and on - even Pudu's best Aurthur Fonzerelli impression and ramming various things in to the gap yielded no CD.
Should you ever find yourselves in an Endless Nameless Groundhog Day situation, the key is to turn off the car, wait a few moments, turn the key once and frantically press the eject button. The victory squeal is optional - but I found it rather satisfying.
Sadly, it shall never darken my cars CD player ever again.