My mum used to work here. When I was a teen, I would go there after school and hang out until she finished work. While I riffled through the albums waiting for my mum to finish and shut up the shop local DJs flowed in and out buying the latest chart records on 45". I would also ask my mum to play stuff that caught my eye in my rifling, real old stuff that a normal teen of the time wouldn't have been exposed to. The shop was in two halves, the left side and rear of the shop were where all the records were the right and front sold greetings cards. The back also had its own counter and till dedicated to the records and was the place to sit. When the owner was in they would park themselves at the back behind the counter and chain-smoke (back in the day when you could smoke in a place of work!). I remember the ashtray overflowing with fag butts and the smell of Player’s No6 hanging in the air.