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Mr & B: You live with a record store clerk. As do I. And he keeps finding things for me. Which is detrimental to my wallet in some fashions, but also good because I tell him to get things and he gets them, rather than I wander in, get the record (at full price) and buy other things (at full price).
Luckily, there's a dearth of vinyl shops round here, but I did find a Sunday market with an absurd amount of stuff on Sunday. 20 quid, 11 LPs though, I'm quite pleased.
Edit: Urr, I meant to ask some asinine question about something. Insert bollocks here etc.
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