After 20 years at Medd Towers, Mrs. M and I have decided it's time to up sticks: we're moving. The For Sale board's up and, at weekends, our house is full of strangers asking us which way the back garden faces and what are our neighbours like. We smile politely and tell them what they want to hear. But that's only half the story; do you know how much junk you accumulate over two decades (that's on top of the junk you brought with you in the first place)? Suffice it to say that me and the Number One Son (when he's on shore leave from Uni) have been adding to Britain's landfill problem, while Mrs. M has been keeping Oxfam and Help The Aged afloat single handed.
Thanks to The Bright Ambassador for doing a deal on the Q magazines - just gotta sort out the Mojos, Uncuts, Notts County programmes, When Saturday Comes and all the other publications currently residing in the loft.
Please be assured, however, that all, I repeat all, vinyl, cassettes, minidiscs and CDs will be coming with us to the new place - that's a removal wagon in itself.
Macca: Junk