
Vinyl Destination
There you are, happily enjoying a permanent and irreversible state of total non-existence when, all of a sudden, some cheeky bastard relative sticks a needle in your face and expects you to make pleasing audio memories for them!
There you are, happily enjoying a permanent and irreversible state of total non-existence when, all of a sudden, some cheeky bastard relative sticks a needle in your face and expects you to make pleasing audio memories for them!
Isn’t it marvellous how the pandemic is finally over, Brexit is done, and the fascist threat to American democracy has been thoroughly vanquished, and we can at last deal with the really important problems?
It’s said the only certainties in life are death and taxes, but what about sickness, suffering, solitude, and the fact that your favourite show will always be cancelled while “Mrs Brown’s Boys” gets another shitting series?
Are we there, yet? We’re bored, tired, and the only thing keeping us from leaping out is the fact that we’re travelling at 117mph. Well, that and the bloody child locks are on. I swear, if this isn’t over soon, words will be had. Rude ones.
Are you lonesome tonight? Are restrictions too tight? Is the lockdown just driving you mad? Have you stuffed yourself full? Bored right out of your skull? Have you lost whatever grip that you had? Don’t worry. You’re not alone.