Now Dear Reader,TG is a clever old stick (when he puts his mind to it) and when we were in Amsterdam I saw a table which I coveted but what with it being €700 and in a different country I couldn’t have and so he promised to make me one. And he has.
It’s made from old floorboards and he has made a fantastic job of it. There was also a purpose to this table. For my last birthday he bought me a record player so that I could unearth the vinyl of my youth and have some afternoon reminiscing. Until now there’s been nowhere for it to go and so now the space under the stairs has been repurposed and I have a cosy nook for the record player and all my old records where I can relive the eighties with Alison Moyet, Bronski Beat as well as The Smiths and Elvis Costello.
As I sit writing this, the Eagles are doing their thang soon to be replaced with an old Doors album that I bought in the most amazing record shop in Amsterdam. There is something about vinyl that a cd just can’t replicate – the crackle and even just the sheer joy of putting the needle down. I spent pretty much all of my teenage years holed up in my room with books and my record collection and I still have every one of those memories to be dusted off and put on the turntable. It’s magic stuff and I foresee many winter afternoons on the (also much coveted and saved for) red velvet sofa with some old frinds for company! So if you want me, you know where I’ll be.