Good afternoon chums, for my birthday today I was given something I really wanted – a beautiful, retro-looking portable record player. I had wanted this for ages as a means of expanding my listening capabilities and meaning that I didn’t have to be so tyrannical about the music in my front room – if Mrs 1537 wants to do some work in there now she doesn’t, necessarily, have to do it to the sound of Dope, Guns & Fucking In The Streets just because it’s what I’m hell-bent on writing about that night. It also means I can listen to vinyl in the room where the PC is, cue totally revolutionized life!
I was also very, kindly given Teeth Of The Sea Master and apart from having to go to the doctor about my dodgy, yet very manly, chest I’ve had fun spinning it twice so far, and damn fine it was too. Everything is great with the world. It’s a damn fine the player is a damn fine specimen and resembles a fancy piece of luggage, ideal for the gentleman vinyl connoisseur.
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