Secondhand safari proper is starting up in FOUR WEEKS TIME and right now I’ve warned Mr SHS that he’s playing with fire. He’s not the most organised man on the planet when it comes to replacing broken goods*, and the needle on his record player has been kaput now for a good three years. He’s got four weeks to source and replace it or his beloved vinyl collection will sit gathering dust for one more year, as I can’t really envisage a secondhand stylus existing. So, it’s either buy one now or I’ll have to start looking out for a vintage dansette player. The upside of this would be that we could recreate the scene (originally by children’s painter Lee, but this is a rubber stamp that we’ve owned for years and years and years) that you can see here every single night. Hey, maybe I won’t remind him about the stylus… this looks like way more fun. I’m off to flick my hair and dig out my disco boots in anticipation.
*This is what’s known as the understatement of the century