So, today was Independent Record Store Day, where some artists release exclusive limited edition vinyl to promote independent traders, and not be fleeced by Spotify and iTunes and shit.
And, naturally, as some people work on Sat, it's a case of "Xyyyyyym, you're about in the City.... can you pick up a couple of things for us please...."
So, after Bootcamp, I ends up in the City about 10 past 1...
..and there's a queue...
..and some people were queueing overnight!
But this queue is ever so slow - no-one goes in, no-one goes out, no movement - honestly, how hard can it be to walk up, say "Have you got Xxxxxxxxx in?", and walk out if not, or purchase it if they have?
But, 1hr 15mins later, I end up making the 2 shop journey into the shop...
...where all the new special releases are on the counter. In boxes (luckily in alphabetical order).
And so, each preceding person peruses each and every box. Slowly. Picking out records, studying them (slowly), putting them back, reading all the sleevenotes on the next (slower).
But I eventually reach the boxes.
And guess what.
Naturally, the 2 limited edition John Foxx albums I went to collect were not there.
So, I ended up buying a ticket to see the UK Poo Farters tribute act.
Oh, the joys of being available on a Shat Turd Day.
