pristine in its shrink-wrap, on my desk. Can I bring myself to open it, or
do I want a few more moments of the frisson of knowing I've got my very own
legal copy, the delicious anticipation after four years of waiting. Oooh,
I'm coming over all peculiar at the thought of slicing through the yielding
membrane of the wrapping, forcing apart the unwilling card of the packaging.
Oh! Just think of the scent of a new plastic jewel-case, the sunlight
glistening on the CD as I thrust it into my PC and then (continued overleaf)
Tony Whitley