I am never movng house again this if officially hell. We have skip it is full. We have a house it is full of flotsam and jetsum and we have now lost sight of the carpet. Boxes and boxes of stuff and no end in sight. What am I to do with my albums? I don’t have a record player anymore although half of them are signed they are also too scratched to play even if I did have a record player. Decide after a couple of glasses of wine to chuck them out.
Wake up at 6 am, put on my dressing gown and slippers and go shuffling out in the dark and cold to retrieve my albums from the skip. What was I thinking of? These are my heritage. I must be losing my mind. My signed Bryan Ferry EP is missing. Sobbing I dry off my Bad Company bootleg and Sister Sledge 12”. By the way that picture above is of Bad Company – I didn’t even know they looked like that. Albums just had art on the covers and now I know why – to be honest I’ve gone off them a bit.
How I need a rampage and a party and a record player to play all these songs – that would cheer me up as a lug another bin liner full of tiny old clothes I will never fit into the car for Cancer Research shop. Lots of records, no clothes and utter mayhem all around. Please may this soon be over. I need a pub and I need it now.
