Day Twelve Thursday 28th September
Another grey day with nothing really planned so I thought I might drive up to Preston and a record shop called Action Records. Preston is only 30 minutes away and I get there in no time. Great record shop and at last a great selection of records at reasonable prices. They even have deals on new albums. The trouble is all the used albums were on the floor and eventually I'm just sitting on the floor going through boxes until it all became too much. Chatted to the owner for a little bit. Great record shop.
Driving through Preston it looks completely new so I put the car in the local Bus station car park and go for a stroll. There is a food market and I pick up a Gyro (with chips inside) I tried to get a coffee at a place called Nero but the two people working there didn't even acknowledge my presence so after two minutes I walked out and grabbed a water instead.
There was another market full of junk but they had a great record stall (although I didn't buy anything) full of punk and Indie which seem to be the most important categories over here. However, I do notice they often stick punk and heavy metal together.
Head back to Lytham to pick up my broken suitcase. Then pick up Dave so we can visit my Uncle George. Back in the seventies, I lived for a few months with Aunty Sheila and Uncle George. Brilliant time of my life. Living in their front room. But as Dave and I walk in it's obvious that George has no idea who I am. And sometimes I'm not sure he knows who Dave is. So I kind of just watch Dave and George banter about the wall that has been taken down. We then pop up and see my cousin Colin and his wife Helen. Lovely to see them as we haven't caught up in a very long time.
In the evening I catch up with Andy Houghton who plays in a band called Yeh Yeh. They covered my track Take Me I'm Yours. I get the idea that before he recorded the track he didn't know who we were though. I think Dean might have just asked for a contribution and Andy checked out my songs on YouTube til he found one he liked. No matter we have an excellent chat about bands and music and I sink a couple of pints of lager.
Catch a taxi home. I started packing my bags for the trip tomorrow.
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