2 savage LPs purchased for one pound each in a small charity shop in a small Gloucestershire village.
Queuing up in the pharmacy next door, an older gentleman standing next to me with some flowers spotted i was holding them and proceeded to tell me about how, in the late fifties, his wife won a ‘spot the ball’ competition in a newspaper and was awarded her prize by The Ink Spots during a performance at Bristol Hippodrome.
He welled up telling me about it and a little tear rolled down his cheek as he told me he lost his wife some years ago and that the flowers are for her. Then he took his glasses off, wiped his eyes, blew his nose and asked the woman behind the counter ‘how are we doing for tweezers?’.
Choker.
