I spent
my formative years just trolling through records shops, flipping through each and every LP in each shop looking for cool covers to judge the contents by, on top of listening religiously to Mr. Peel (gawd bless 'im).

My brother now keeps my collection of something like 800 LP's and 45's (not a phrase I have used in some while) and every now and again we pick a few out and give them a spin on my record player (with fluff-gathering needle - no stylus for me thank you very much). I am instanly transported back to my yoof and we both smile at memories long since thought gone.

And *click* just for remembering the room covered in records and notebook and planned "theme" for this tape all being worked out more studiously and with more effort and enthusiasm than I ever had for anythjing at any educational establishment I ever went to.

BTW, have any of you found that you can remember lyrics to songs 20 years gone, but can't remember what 3 fucking things you were supposed to buy from the supermarket that you just made a mental note of not 10 minutes ago?

*sigh*
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Wed 13 Feb 2008, 5:59, Reply)