In the age of instant streaming and catch-up TV, who on earth bothers with box sets anymore? Clunky, brick-like things destined to take up far too much room on your sagging shelves. Er, well, the answer seems to be - a lot of people.
Where my clemency for sunglasses begins to wither however, is when artists, particularly singers, wear their ocular devices with a perpetuity that is offensive. No one is guiltier of this crime than the prophet Bono.
The first time many of us will have seen the shiny little five inch disc was on Tomorrow's World, a year before the format's launch, when Kieran Prendiville spread strawberry jam on a Bee Gees CD and told us all that it would still play. It didn't.