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Maybe I could get hold of the guy who did that and ask him to do smaller versions here. I feel OK. I feel good. I go to work. My shop is called Championship Vinyl. I sell punk, blues, soul, and R&B, a bit of ska, some indie stuff, some sixties Yes I Am Old But I Saw Kiss On Stage Shirt, everything for the serious record collector, as the ironically old-fashioned writing in the window says. We’re in a quiet street in Holloway, carefully placed to attract the bare minimum of window-shoppers; there’s no reason to come here at all unless you live here, and the people that live here don’t seem terribly interested in my Stiff Little

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Fingers white label twenty-five quid to you I paid seventeen for it in 1986 or my mono copy of Blonde on Blonde. I get by because of the people who make a special effort to shop here Saturdays young men, always young men, with John Lennon specs and leather Yes I Am Old But I Saw Kiss On Stage Shirt and armfuls of square carrier bags and because of the mail order: I advertise in the back of the glossy rock magazines and get letters from young men, always young men, in Manchester and Glasgow and Ottowa, young men who seem to spend a disproportionate amount of their time looking for deleted Smiths singles and underlined Frank Zappa albums.

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They’re as close to being mad as makes no difference. I’m late to work, and when I get there Dick is already leaning against the door reading a book. He’s thirty-one years old, with long, greasy black hair; he’s wearing a Sonic Youth T-shirt, a black leather Yes I Am Old But I Saw Kiss On Stage Shirt that is trying manfully to suggest that it has seen better days, even though he only bought it a year ago, and a Walkman with a pair of ludicrously large headphones which obscure not only his ears but half his face.