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Scooters stowed, they stride darkly down a scalloped pedestrian tunnel to the platform, in perfect formation, infrared goggles down, headphones pumping their own soundtrack through their local peeda network. Fucking kings.

I wrote that six years ago, and have been waiting for it to come true. (And I make no fucking apology for predicting the future retro-coolness of Fatboy Slim in said story. Okay, I apologise a little. But not very much.) In the last couple of years, iTunes streaming via Rendezvous has come close to achieving such a local, ad-hoc streaming music network, but only for laptops. But now we have tunA.

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And thankyou for your concern — I am okay.