5. The Record Player Is Pride Of Place In Your House
No more CD player for you; that technological dream has been relegated to cupboard status only. The record player (picked up for a tenner in a thrift shop, no doubt) has been dusted, cleaned, fixed up a few times, and is constantly in use. Vinyl and record cases litter what small amount of floor space you have in your little London flat, and you're forever in fear of standing on one and breaking it. From the Flaming Lips and Diana Ross, to Mo-town compilations and Amy Winehouse (you had to beg for that one just so you could join in the fun), there's everything available. Except Taylor Swift. And Ed Sheeran. You try not to complain too much.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
