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Originally Posted by Frankie Teardrop  I like it!
Thinking back to that time (it does feel like an era that's gone), you used to get book shops that'd spring up for a few weeks, months at a time, then disappear. In cellars and knackered buildings, back when Leeds had a grimmer, nastier edge. And they'd all be run by really strange men. I can't remember any striking prosthetics, just people with slimy looking gums who maybe just stood a bit too close or something. I remember bits of porn and bits of Marxism on the same shelves, all garbled together. It all seemed to die out with the coming of the 21st century. |
There was another shop near to where I used to live run by a huge fat man who didn't bother with shelves having everything stacked floor to ceiling. Also he stacked books in rows in front of each other so you couldn't get to them without causing a paper avalanche. This place was like a warren with only space for one person to walk at any given time or place. How the owner managed to squeeze his way through the shop still puzzles me to this day.
I presume the internet killed off these type of shops, that and the phase when shops, especially charity shops, would mark up the price of anything older than five years and class it as collectable. My local Oxfam did just that with loads of 60s garage punk reissues I gave them. They had them in the window priced as original releases! And yes it was the boy who again played havoc with my vinyl collection too. Bastard.