I would toddle off to the record fairs at Cheltenham town hall, ostensibly in search of Big Black rarities, and come back with carrier bags of random 12" records instead.
also, for no reason at all the Martins newsagent in Chepstow had a small woolworths style record section out back and a huge bin of obscure detroit techno, acid house and hip hop 12"s that could only have been cheaper if they were free. This was of course a marvelous thing for a young lad, particularly as in 1988 he was more or less the only dance music listener in the village as it were.
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