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I've teamed this radio up with a new set of speakers in my car, and the results were slightly disappointing
I chose the JVC model over a similarly priced kenwood, the reason being that I had a JVC radio in my previous car and I never had a problem with it.
Theres no auxiliary line-in, which I should have been more careful to check on; had i known I would have left this on the shelf. I also found the LED display distracting when driving in lower light levels.
The remote control however does provide some 'geeky', but unnecessary, entertainment for around half an hour. I fail to see the point of this feature, the radio in a car is always within reach of the driver and front-seated passenger, why do we need a remote control?
To be fair and objective, its not a terrible radio, the sound quality is okay but not fantastic. However, it feels too 'tekky' without actually having any features that makes this product stand out from any other.
After smashing my brand new iphone at work, and swearing repeatedly, I bought one of these to use during the day.
The Nokia is a very useful product, though the buttons can be tricky to use for those of us with larger fingers, and the ringer can be difficult to hear when it's left in trouser pockets.
On a positive note, the camera is more than adequate for a phone in this price bracket, as is the music and radio facilities.
However, One issue I find with this handset is it's high background internet use. I rely on being able to receive and send emails throughout my working day, and using a pay-and -go sim card, instead of my contract sim, was eating credit at a huge rate. This is a problem that is shared with other 'smartphones' I've used over time.
So, all-in-all, this is a great phone to use, less fragile than it appears and very reasonably priced. However, i find it's only suitable on a pay-monthly tarrif with a good data plan.
Having bought this Gear4 Ipod dock as a replacement for an older Logic3 model, I am largely impressed with the quality of this product.
Okay, the sound quality is nothing like that of the higher-end bose models, but the price tag of this product more than compensates for this relative shortcoming. To illustrate, Tesco's sell a far more basic own-brand ipod dock at the same price as this one, and having owned one of these I can vouch for the Gear4 House party 4.
One small gremlin I do find with this product is the LED display; its a very clever, hidden, feature but one that can hinder the listener when trying to tune the radio in low-level lighting. It's not a massive issue, but one that exists none the less.
On a positive note, and overlooking the afore mentioned issue, the FM tuner on this product is brilliant. Despite being analogue rather than digital, the sound is crystal clear.
All in all, this is a very useful gadget for the price, and I would recommend this to anyone without hesitation.
The first of two live Morrissey albums released to date, Beethoven Was Deaf's tracks are taken from a mixture of two 1992 concerts, part of the 'Your Arsenal' tour.
The album is blessed with dogged and eerily powerful performances from the bequiffed mancunian and his only-recently assembled band; perhaps a show of defiance considering that, only a couple of weeks prior to the concert in question, the New Musical Express ran the now infamous article accusing the man of racism and bigotry.
A hugely strong album, highlighted in this dooyooer's opinion by the rendition of 'The National Front Disco', where Morrissey hits new highs with his vocal delivery and the band come alive with an eclectic crescendo intro and an unassailable wall of noise in place of an outro, utterly brilliant and a pace setter for all future performance.
It must be noted, however, that this is perhaps a more 'experimental' sound than we come to expect from Morrissey, with suprising rockabilly renditions of many more gentile studio tracks, 'The Loop' and 'Sister I'm A Poet' spring to mind as examples. Still brilliant songs, and a pleasure to behold for all, though I know there are those Morrissey fans who subscribe to the 'if it aint broke' view.
One hundred and fifty words required to sum up a clock, good gravy!
I'm not a modernist kind of fellow, so this is unusual looking clock for my wall, but I defy anyone to tell me they don't find the design appealing. If you don't agree, keep looking, it'll grow on you
Beyond that, what can one possibly say? It had two hands, one larger than the other, for every seven hundred and twenty revolutions of the larger hand, the smaller one makes one full revolution, and so time steals another march on us, albeit with impeccable styling.
On the other hand (every pun intended) it costs £36.18. No, just no. Personally I would sell my soul for £36.18, but that would be a cash price and would be spent on keeping warm in later life.
It does look rather pleasant though, think about buying it by all means, then carry on thinking about it as you log off of Amazon having spent nothing.
Nobody loves their car like a micra driver. My first ever car, after several driving tests and as a 'revvin kevvin', was a 1997 nissan micra shape, I called her Daisy, rest assured if she could she would have called me much worse.
I laughed the day my old man unveiled my birthday present, I thought it was a joke, and I thought at six foot silly I'd never fit in. Wrong on both counts, I dreaded being seen in her at first, but after a few weeks I knew I loved her. So Much so, Daisy is still my car, hardly used admittedly, but she isn't going anywhere.
Sentimentality aside, the fact is that the Nissan Micra does so much it shouldn't, it out performs Corsa's, it drinks far less fuel than a nature-friendly, morning dew Prius, and I can honestly say the seats are more comfortable than those in cars five or six times the value. Japanese mundanity in cars, brilliance.
I once knew a man who ordered a cayman, "There'll be a waiting list as long as my arm", he assured me. Unluckily, Andrew Other, as I'll code name him, did not foresee the impending financial black clouds gathering, nor did he realise that people who pay over the odds for waiting listed cars tend to want at least some of the optional extras attached. Whichever reason, Andrew's Cayman remains in his garage, depreciating faster than it accelerates, and after taking it for a spin once, I realised that's hugely quick.
Despite the basic level five speed, two point seven litre engine, I could no longer understand the lack of interest Andrew has suffered, and still suffers, in the machine. Fair enough, he could have forked out for the sat nav extra, and perhaps invested in the two point nine engine. But for motoring thrills, and I've been lucky enough to drive some fantastic cars in my life, no modern, equally priced car comes close. I never once felt uncomfortable behind the wheel, gear changes were superb and its cornering simply beggared belief.
Outstanding machinery, let down by one issue. Cayman, the name just is not synonymous with Porsche in the same ways the Boxster and 911 are.
"Either A Municipal Bog Is A Private Place Or It Is Not, If It Is A Private Place In Which To Sh*t, How Is It Not A Private Place In Which To Fellate?" asks the QI quiz master in his first and, in this avid reader's opinion, most triumphant novel.
The book is a witty, possibly auto biographical, account of 'Adrian's' life experience as a public schoolboy, outrageous homosexual and compulsive liar. Such an unreliable narrator this Adrian is, in fact, that whole chapters and details we read later prove to be fictitious nonsense, a special sort of 'and it was all a dream'; making the previous night's reading completely useless without alienating the reader. It doesn't take a genius, it takes Stephen Fry, how can anyone possibly get angered with him?
Rumour has it that Stephen Fry is adapting this novel for film, roll on i say, roll on
User-friendliness is, of course, a must for any laptop. After all, what's the point in having five hundred giga bytes of memory to play with if one can never navigate through 'my documents' without severe tooth grinding?
Due to failing eye sight, I replaced my old fifteen inch screen Dell with the eighteen point four inch screen sony vaio, and upon first booting her up, felt slightly underwhelmed. Navigation around files was problematic at first, as was the screen default settings (brightness and screen saver issues). Never the less, I persevered, spent a good half hour adjusting settings, and found myself in charge of a very adequate machine. The core two processor is a piece of technological wizardry, loading times were fantastic and the seemingly obligatory processor noises other laptops emit were far less apparent. Running several programs concurrently is no problem and, internet speed allowing, multiple downloads don't break the sony into a sweat.
All in all, the Vaio is a decent laptop, but lacking the dell brand-awareness and the come-hither-ness of HP. My only reservation with this product is ergonomics, the mouse pad just doesn't feel positioned properly. A small price to pay for speed and efficiency? Perhaps