He's not the one and only, so pop goes my street cred

I WAS burgled this week. People ask if I feel invaded or violated. Yes, but those emotions are overwhelmed by embarrassment. The burglar pilfered my iPod.

In the brief history of MP3 players, I struggle to imagine there is another device packed with such naff tunes. I want to explain to the urban bandit who swiped it that some tracks had retro or sentimental value.

"They were nostalgic downloads, y...