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Saturday, 19 April 2014





 I used to wonder why I wasn't asked to take part in Record Store Day, given my credentials within the world of music. However despite my love of vinyl I do have a problem with the concept of an annual day in which people wax lyrical about the fact that that independent record shops are in decline. My point is that if these dicks actually made full use of record shops to start with then we wouldn't need this ridiculous festival of hipster nonsense.

The above tweets were actually thought up a month ago and have been sat waiting patiently in one of my notebooks until Record Store Day came along. It would have really pissed me off if I had missed it. Later on today I actually had to write down an idea I had for a short video to coincide with RSD that will now have to wait until next year. 

It is only right that I spent one of the days of the four day weekend doing nothing but enjoying the company of the one true love of my life. Jack and I decided to take Mandi along too, ha-ha I am hilarious! Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?

We decided to spend the day away from the hustle and bustle of city life, and visit a little rural village. Ruddington was the destination, a little haven of teashops, fish and chips, and traditional village pubs with hand-pulled real ale and simple but friendly people who pretended to welcome us to their territory while referring to us behind our backs as ‘grockels’. Actually that is unfair, the place is lovely. One of the biggest peeves I have is when you see a sign saying ‘traditional fish and chips’ only to find that they also sell kebabs and pizzas. That is what Ruddington has, which surprised me as these little villages tend to harbour racism even if they deny it, but we also spotted a Chinese takeaway so maybe the countryside is waking up to the 20th century. Maybe I should have told them about the Internet and running water, which would have blown their minds. The chips were very nice though, despite not being from a proper fish and chip shop.

Although the weather was a little bleak to start with, it soon became suitable for sitting outside the pub. The first one was a bit shit, but the second one was just what we wanted from a village pub. We sat outside with our ales and a dish of water for Jack and could really have sat there all day.




It was lovely to spend the day without the thought of work entering my head, and with no pressure of time. Clock watching is one of the curses of modern life and to be able to take the day off is something to treasure.

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