Following my disappointment with the flea market the other day, I went on ebay, and bought a great big load of records. Updates on these if and when I receive them.

We had a thunderstorm earlier today, so hopefully this will cool the air down a little.

No, not the site this time. This, amazingly is still working. What IS broken, however is everything else I’ve touched in the past 24 hours.

I finally plugged in my Xbox after approximately 18 months. I thought I’d give Tiger Woods a go again. It worked for a bit, then TWANG, the left thumbstick on the controller snapped.

Secondly, my mobile is goosed. Again.

At approximately 4PM, I go to text Dadykins who’s been away in Scotland for a few days, only to find that I currently have “No Access to Network”. Therefore, I can’t text out or receive. Yes, I’ve done the usual, switched off / on again, wobbled the SIM card, almost threw it against the wall, aaaaaaand it’s still goosed.

So, as you may recall, I mentioned a couple of days ago that I was going to Redcar. The trip to Redcar to pick up more records…

Let me just start off by saying that I forgot the camera. Yes, I’m shocked at myself too, especially as there was a lot of autumn foliage to photograph along the hilariously scenic Parkway.

Anyway, I arrived at the place where I was meant to pick the records up from. I’m delighted that Daddykins knew the area. I rang the bell…

Nothing.

I knocked on the door.

Nothing.

I rang the bell again.

Nothing.

I pressed the bell six times.

Nothing.

I looked up the road. I was stood at the top of a cul de sac. Daddykins was sat in the car, reading the paper. Was this trip for nothing? I immediately felt so. I’d had my usual pessimistic view that this transaction wouldn’t go ahead. I was, afterall, stood on the doorstep of an empty house.

Gutted, I began to lose hope. A silver car in the distance began to hurtle down the full length of the cul de sac. I was amazed to see it pull into the same driveway that my feet were occupying.I can’t remember if I stepped out of the path of this car or not. I think I was just slightly amazed at the good timing.

The driver stepped out of the car, apologised for bring out at the time. We both shook hands, and I introduced myself. He knew who I was instantly, after all, I’d arrived on time..

We entered his abode, and he showed me the collection of 7″s I’d purchased.

He must have smelled my interest in vinyl. It was hard to mask, if I’m honest.

I was here to buy 7″ singles, but he introduced me to a box full of albums and 12″s he was sellng. With no reserve. At all.

I browsed the collection, with a grin on my face. I know I love shit music, but this was a choice not to be sniffed at. Especially after I’d spotted T’Pau’s “Rage” in the collection.

“Hmmm, a fiver”, I say. Unexpectedly, the seller snaps my hand off, he explains that he’d got them as a “car boot” lot, and didn’t know what they’re worth. And, to be honest, neither did I. But I did know I had some classics in my arms. That T’Pau one summed it up as far as I was concerned.

There was also a collection of mailing envelopes and blank sleeves included, as well as this little fella…

If I hadn’t have broken my xbox controller, I’d have never found him… Now, I’m no good with ornaments, so I might just put him on ebay and put the money he makes towards a new controller. Or a new sodding phone.

I have to pick them up from Redcar, which will probably use quite a bit of fuel, but Daddykins pays for that. Needless to say, I’ll also be taking my camera, and updating my music catalogue once I get them home.