When we left Fassett Square (E8) flat (2005?), I left boxes of LPs which I ‘didn’t want’ anymore in the communal hall, with a sign that said: TAKE…
It was a 19-flat building – the old German Hospital, 1930s, called (so naff): Bruno Court. After the first name of the architect…
(Why didn’t they use his second name? So then we might actually know who he is…)
I hated virtually everyone else in the building by then (I was a hater, and was company sec of the management co…)…
And so I left my LPs as kind of a weird f*** off to all of them: “Ah, you still want my records. It’s just me…”
Anyway, somehow it made me feel better. At the time… They still wanted my records…
I don’t regret: Pet Shop Boys…
Do regret: Prince, Chic, Funkadelic….
Though they’re all on Spotify…
Stroke of luck 