Where does all this audio tape come from?

You know, the stuff that used to be in cassettes but is now part of the urban landscape, clinging to bushes, laying in bus stops, winding it's way down the High Street. There's a tree opposite my office window that has so much of the stuff in it's branches I'm sure I could put together a decent C90 tape from it, mind you I'd have trouble actually finding a machine to record the tape on.

I wonder if this is a sign of the future, you know ten years time the streets will be lined with discarded CD's, then DVD's before in about twenty years time I-Pods and other mp3 players form part of the very streets upon which we walk.

The logical conclusion of personal media devices is a chip embedded in your tooth that enables you to carry all your favourite tunes around in your head. If you wake up in the morning with a tune driving you mad you'll only have yourself to blame for leaving your tooth switched to auto.

The downside of this technological advance is obvious; tapes in trees, CD's in streets, teeth in bus stops. The upside will be an interest in the back catalogue of Crosby, Stills and Gnash.