Rob's Record Mart is part of Nottingham legend, hidden away from the hustle and bustle up an alleyway. Part of the appeal was the sheer untidiness of the place; everything stacked up with no regard for categorising, and impossible to navigate without knocking something over.

It took me a little while to collect my bearings when in the shop, until I realised that the front door was in a different place. It was actually a different door, previously hidden by piles of records. Although the shop was tidy, there is still a bit of work to be done regarding the filing system. I bought two vinyl albums, nothing major just a couple of holes in my collection from Elvis Costello And The Attractions and Ian Dury And The Blockheads, which came to about six pounds. I handed over a tenner, and waited patiently while he fumbled around his pockets for my change. So that is another kink that needs ironing out; a till.

Now it looks like a neat little record shop, and today it was full of customers, so although everyone complained about the change at first, it soon became clear that it has made things a lot easier.

Photo above courtesy of Nottingham Confidential, all others are my own.