Whitstable, United Kingdom
Get up on Saturday morning, get ready to go out and drive to the record shop (in my case 7 miles away to Canterbury – a fucker of a city for parking). (1)
Plough through all the records the record shop owner had decided were the ones that would probably sell the most that week; you don’t even get to listen to ALL the releases that week. (2)
Lifting them up and carrying them to the record player.
Finding the correct end to open.
Removing from sleeve and inner sleeve.
Placing on turntable.
Lifting needle and placing on the first track (needles usually fucked anyway in record shops).
Listening. Ah, the good bit.
Skipping record forward through the tracks being careful not to scratch or damage it any more than it already was.
Turning over and repeating for the other side.
Removing the arm from the record on the deck and placing the record back in inner sleeve then back in cover then back in the pile.
Taking pile back to record seller and repeating till budgetary requirements met.