Weird the things Subbuteo did.

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According to Music Week;
Merry Hill
Tunbridge Wells
Plymouth
Reading
Meadowhall
Braehead
Bath
Bluewater
Fopp Byres Road

With some RP3 bits.

I bought one of the Rega Record Store Day 2017 turntables. Lovely bit of kit.

Should have tried ‘Busty Substances’.

Did he leave the hostelry when it was getting dimpsy – at dusk?

A Twilight Alehouse?

*coat*

HMV Taunton is now the only store in the town centre selling cds, dvdvds and vinyls. The last independent shut some time ago.

Still a quite decent little second-hand vinyl shop in Bridgwater, otherwise up to that […]

That was the problem – then-independent Fopp took over the MVC chain, and rather overreached themselves.

Oh, ta, I didn’t know about that one. I saw a blog a couple of weeks ago which had loads of photos of control rooms of stuff like power stations in the 50s and 60s.

The Pathetic Motorways site http://www.pathetic.org.uk does exist. . .

Taxonomy of Cornflakes? *John Peel voice* ‘There’ll be three more from them later…’

That’s so sad. His Twitter feed in December had some very garbled tweets, and he’d said he was ill.
His great mate Linda Smith died too young as well.

Bread made using mouldy old dough would probably qualify as ‘artisanal’. I often keep a piece of bread dough back from the weekly batch, and keep it in the fridge to use as a ‘starter’ for the next batch.

The Sainsbury ‘F*ck Me, This Is Yummy’ range. . .

Oh, is gert lush. Also good if you make a really thick white sauce, and then add the cheese. Bit of English mustard wouldn’t go amiss.

*tears up* ‘We used to call it . . . mam’s special’. . .

Dualits are great. Clockwork timer, replaceable elements.

How can you not have cheese-on-toast without toasting both sides first? Dash of Worcescestershire over the unmelted cheese. Yum.

‘Craft beer’. There’s another one.

Seems to be mostly applied to over-priced and over-hopped stuff in tiny tins.

Recent ones I’ve seen, said or heard.

Confident Orthodontics, Teddy Bear Growler and Custard For Donkeys.

Bastard taught me to swim. Well, not personally, but his tv programme.

No, nor the strange song that Princess Mitzi Gaynor’s dad sings.