I'm like the man in Game On (mid 90's brit-com), I'll never go out again.

On the quiet ear playlist at the mo' is Antony and The Johnsons' My Lady Story. Very nice and quiety. Even the kettle is too loud, as is crunching my morning mixture of bran flakes and rice puffs, how will I cope with going outside again? I desperately want to buy some fashion magazines, some foundation and black eyeliner (ok so desperately is a massive overstatement) but I reckon a trip to Boots and to Borders would be a trip too loud. I might take my flatmate up on her offer of borrowing her ear defenders, I'm scared of setting myself up for some industrial strength tinitus.