The way we were...and other things

Ah, sweet flower of youth. How time doth fly on its winged chariot. Failing which, the M6 Toll Road is a suitable alternative at a reasonable cost.

 

The sign of things past—a sweet-smelling, pudding-basin-hairstyled, neck-scrubbed bunch of future citizens in the making. How kindly they smile, little knowing that the geek on the end of the back row will be displaying these images to the whole cyber world in the century that followed. That’ll teach them to shove crayons up my nostrils! Although, now I come to think about it, I was the one who shoved the crayons up my own nostril. Am I proud of that fact? Damn right I am; managed to keep them up there for over a month before I sneezed them out. They would still be there now if I hadn’t had an attack of hay fever.

And this is where I spend most of my time collecting, logging, playing and enjoying (that’s the really important bit) all of the records that I have collected over the years and all of the new stuff that gets added in week after week after week. However, there comes a time when one has to cull some of that vinyl, so that’s why you’ll find pages of stuff for sale right here.

     Reports of my ferret’s death have been greatly exaggerated.

Mark Twain