When I treated myself to a turntable for my 60th birthday I had intended to have a small collection of records. Or small-ish. My brother-in-law, Rob, had mentioned to me that he had been finding vinyl collecting a bit habit-forming and addictive and, as I am finding out, it can also be contagious because I think I have caught it off him.
All this is occurring to me because I noticed that the Horsham record fair is on this weekend. I fully intend to go, if only for an excuse to get out on the motorbike, but I realised that since Christmas I have bought 20 LPs already(!)
OK, that makes it all sound like a financially-crippling habit, but that haul of 20 LPs only cost (I think) £65 in total because they were all second-hand from Wickford market and Crawley record fair. You could spend that just buying two or three new LPs. Best of all, there was only one dud record, and that was only a dud because it turned out to not be the right record. It plays OK, it is just that I thought I was buying Abba: the Album but it turned out to be Super Trouper inside the sleeve.
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