Road iTrip:

things are steadily coming together for next week's American lunacy. Our car (a Pontiac Grand Prix, if you're interested in that sort of thing) is hired; the FM transmitter for my iPod has arrived and my credit card is glowing a dull red.

[As an aside, the iTrip is actually illegal to use in the UK - it was shipped here from the Channel Islands. Ha! I'm sticking it to the Man. Eat my weak FM radio broadcasts of insipid Scottish indie!]