^ I have enough trouble being myself without going to the effort of having to pretend to be someone else as well. (insert Danny Tenaglia joke)
As we approached Piccadilly Records I thought they must have been giving away free pills, hundreds queuing outside desperate to pay over the odds for a load of records. They should have just d/loaded them off the web and saved themselves the bus fare into town. Not many at Eastern Bloc but nice to hear some good tunes whilst enjoy a coffee and some sunshine. Used the money we saved from records to keep the madness going all day. Also asked a few of the idiots queueing up if it was the queue for Starbucks/167 bus, blank looks all round. We didn't realise that Eastern Bloc had moved until we got some blsnk looks off the assistant in the old shop while asking if they had any Guy J. The missus picked up some great hair extensions though.
National Record Shop Day = excuse for a mad one and to get your laugh on.
Jack is back baby.....