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As ever, when it comes to going to gigs, we got there too early.  Sydne tends not to drink and I’m always driving so, rather than do what everyone else does and relax in the bar upstairs until the door opens, we can usually be found freezing at the dingy little door which leads into the venue for twenty minutes or more before a gig.  Fortunately, thanks to Xmas being just round the corner, we were blessed with something more diverting, in the form of late night shopping, to pass the time.

Upon finding ourselves on Byers Road with a spare thirty minutes, we did what any self respecting music fan would do and headed straight for Fopp.   Of course, a visit to Fopp isn’t complete without spending money.  Always on some bargain you didn’t know you needed twenty minutes earlier, but now, absolutely must have since its just so cheap.  This time was no different.

As I idly browsed, Sydne came running up to me with her hands behind her back and a huge grin on her face.  ‘I bet you anything that when you see what I have behind my back, you’ll have to buy it’ she said.  Being experienced enough to recognise the signs which signal an imminent parting of this fool and his money, I said nothing and looked at her expectantly.  And sure enough, for just four of your shiny new pounds…
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