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Shall I tell you a story?

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I shall tell you a story:

Back in the mid 70s a friend of mine was obsessed with rock n roll.

He would beg, steal or borrow to fund his vinyl addiction.

Now it came to pass...stop tittering...

He discovered on the 'edge of town' one of those 'edge-of-town' supermarkets.

They sold everything from aardvarks to zyzzyvas.

And they had a small record department.

These naive out-of-towners filled the racks with LPs

The whole thing...not just the sleeve.

My friend started visiting regularly.

Popped into his schoolbag every evening were Gong, ELO, Pink Floyd and many more.

However, it was a limited catalogue,

so after a while there were no more interesting things to steal.

Then my friend had an idea.

As the store thought it was a good idea

to put about a dozen copies of a popular album into the racks all at once,

one day, he just put 12 copies of Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells into his trusty schoolbag.

The following morning, at school, they all sold for £1 each (less than half price)

and my friend used the money to buy more 'obscure' shit from shady backstreet shops.

Now I must add here, my friend went on to be a solid tax-paying citizen

and regrets his criminal past.

And...crime does NOT pay...this story has a dark sequel.

regards

Titus