The hall is now pretty much filled by two big cardboard boxes, each one far too heavy for even Nërp to move.
According to the delivery note, they are full of Wilson's Xmas CDs, but for the time being they remain unopened, and we are having to carefully pick our way around them.
Wilson says he'll unpack the boxes as soon as he has a spare moment, and once that's done perhaps I wouldn't mind loading them into the car and giving him, Byron and Antony a lift to the village record shop Village Records.
After which he's planned a trip into Brighton to visit HMV, Virgin Records, Rough Trade and Wax Factor, then on to Eastbourne and Crawley…
I had been under the impression that 99% of record sales took place online or via streaming services, but I'm not an expert…
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