For some reason I've been wanting to go up town for ages, but seeing all the Paleswine shills marching and such, have been put off. But seeing on the news that HMV has reopened, made me bite the bullet and actually go.
They got some woman who has never set foot in a record store, to record it but at least she says records and not vinyls which to me is a capital offence.
We were off to a good start as we saw a small cockermutt on the tube going down and while looking for either a Tom Carruthers new album or that Andre 3000 flute jazz thing (New Blue Sun) on CD, struck out, did well enough at Reckless Records to pick up several things from some pretty diligent bargain bin hunting. (Oh saw some pretty rare acid stuff for big bucks too, I need a Friend Farley and Love For Sale PDC which was new for me).
Won £5 and spotted this error message in the wild from the slots.
More importantly this looks like this sort of machine is running under some sort of Windows configuration looks like 7 from the error message. Sorry for it being janky as they really don't like you taking photos in the slot halls here.
So the upshot of this is was HMV OK. Well it was mid, dance thing is small and its not the main store up on Oxford street where I saw Kawasu launch FF12 here and what looked like Axl Rose in a large moogle suit. Nor the Kinect thing where the bloke yelled at the crowd to keep back every few seconds or so. Its the other one by Bond street tube.
Finally we saw an antiwoke march which you won't hear about on the news. Seriously though, you won't there was only about 30 or so of them and they were well behaved. Kind of blotted their copy books with some bonkers Piers Corbyn anti climate change bullshit, proving either brother is a fucktard.
Finally here is a stray memory does anyone remember a shop up town in the 80s off oxford street that had a load of mechanical legs in the window going it. This sort of thing but unclothed. Have this strong memory of it being in the shop window.
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