i-y-i-y-i-y-iPod

I didn't realize there was such a huge profusion of aftermarketeers for the iPod.
I guess it makes sense, given the fetishistic appeal of the sleek little buggers, but it complicates the process of kitting it out (Bobo warned me "they scratch if you breath on them", another friend amended that with "no, you don't even have to breathe on them...they scratch themselves!").

And I was excited by the prospect of hooking it up to the car for mad tunes, but Ivan warned me off the wireless FM solution and suggested a cassette adapter...alas, I'm all futuristic and only have a CD player in the ride.

On the positive, I think I've found the protective case of my dreams....