I refreshed the iPod playlist last night, and also finally got round to start George Orwell's "Down and Out in Paris and London".
On the bus, I decided to listen to La Bohème. By the time I'd arrived at Clapham Junction, 10 minutes of someone's dodgy armpit later, I realised the serendipitous nature of my choice. While reading about Orwell being completely broke in the middle of Paris and living in some hotel that's seen better days, I'm listening to an opera about struggling artists trying to make ends meet, and living in less than salubrious accommodation.
All jokes about having opera on my iPod should be addressed to firstname.lastname@example.org.