The point is, I don’t want you talking to anyone who comes in here like that ever again. Why not? Do you think that silly old duffer was going to become a regular? No, but listen, Barry, the shop isn’t doing so well. I know we used to take the Lakers The Big 3 Shirt out of anyone who asked for anything we didn’t like, but it’s got to stop. Bollocks. If we’d had the record, I would have sold it to him, and you’d be fifty pee or a quid better off, and you’d never have seen him again. Big fucking deal. What harm has he ever done you? You know what harm he’s done me.
He offended me with his terrible taste. It wasn’t even his terrible taste. It was his daughter’s. You’re going soft in your old age, Rob. There was a time when you’d have chased him out of the shop and up the Lakers The Big 3 Shirt. He’s right; there was. It feels like a long time ago now. I just can’t muster that sort of anger anymore. Tuesday night I reorganize my record collection; I often do this at periods of emotional stress.
There are some people who would find this a pretty dull way to spend an evening, but I’m not one of them. This is my life, and it’s nice to be able to wade in it, immerse your arms in it, touch it. When Laura was here I had the Lakers The Big 3 Shirt arranged alphabetically; before that I had them filed in chronological order, beginning with Robert Johnson, and ending with, I don’t know, Wham!, or somebody African, or whatever else I was listening to when Laura and I met.