Thursday, October 16, 2008

back in the real world


Get this. Last week I read a book by M E Braddon. Last night I picked up a book about the city of Fez (not Fez out of That 70s Show) and in its introduction the author explained his grandmother had been M. E. Braddon. That's a coincidence, and I mean that in the purest sense of the term, it's two experiences of the name M. E. Braddon. I don't believe in coincidences, except that they happen.

Yesterday afternoon I bought an album by Ariel and thence to Myers to buy some socks. The woman who served me said sotto voce, 'What's that!' I thought she was going to say, 'I had three children with Nigel Macara' but then she said 'Is that a record?' I had to concede it was. She then said, slyly, 'Does that mean you have a record player?' Rapidly calculating mentally, I had to admit we had three.* Lucky she was working in the sock section, because this knocked hers off. 'Three record players?' It really felt like, I can't believe you're telling me the truth, but if you are, that's the greatest news about 2008 I've ever heard.

Anyway I didn't know what to say and transaction completed I just said 'I recommend it!' and exeunted.

*Later, I realised four

2 comments:

Ann ODyne said...

oh I love that 'knocked her socks off' story, thank you.

Just minutes ago, over dinner That's So Pants and I had a conversation about vinyl and record players.

Bring Back Mono!

Then we couldn't remember whether Phil Spector was in gaol or not.

spades of said...

Good hyper-linking.

the early 70s was all juxtaposition

October 1970, everyone had their arms out in the air, from Barbra to, um, whoever that is on the left, to Thumbelina. This is from the Sprin...