So I've been out with my mate scouring the record shops of Lisbon, and we are in Discolecca. Spent an hour going through the masses of Chud 45s. Shop was pretty quiet,started perusing the lps. I'm in the rock section, which covers psych, garage, which is what I'm after.Just finished the s section and the phone goes, Mrs Treeboy. Shall I take it or plough on and get the flicking out of the way and ring her back? I,m looking at the t section. I STEP BACK AND TAKE THE CALL...............learn from this you vinyl hounds! It's the usual "where are you? How long? Phone call. A guy enters the shop, steps in front of me, straight into the t section. A couple of inches in he pulls this out

It took a couple of seconds to realise what has happened. He pulls the lp out of the sleeve. Og San Francisco copy. Checks condition. Even I can see it,s clean. Killer blow, he turns the sleeve over.......35 euros. Believe me, it,s a real one. Good luck to the fella. Gutted and feeling a little gazumped.
The what ifs are all piled up in the corner waiting for me to put to bed.
Make me feel better with a few more like this

It took a couple of seconds to realise what has happened. He pulls the lp out of the sleeve. Og San Francisco copy. Checks condition. Even I can see it,s clean. Killer blow, he turns the sleeve over.......35 euros. Believe me, it,s a real one. Good luck to the fella. Gutted and feeling a little gazumped.
The what ifs are all piled up in the corner waiting for me to put to bed.
Make me feel better with a few more like this
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