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I was just talking about how intolerant of people who didn't like the same musics as myselfs, I was then, not how I am now.

and say you were buying a Skrewdriver record.

but I DID used to walk around record shops for HOURS picking up records, walking round with them, thinking i was going to buy them, then seeing something else, picking that up, nearly going to the till, then reconsidering, seeing something else, picking that up too, putting the first one down, walking around clutching the two newer finds, seeing something else, walking around holding three records, going to the till, faltering, changing my mind, and on and on and then putting everything back and picking up the first one again, then seeing something else, and keep on and on and on doing this. I cannot overestimate how long I would spend in shops doing this. With members of staff and security guards taking more and more anxious interest in me which made me panicky and more indecisive. HOURS.

I can quite happily say after listening that I would feel absolutely NO shame in buying a cd with that on, its ace.

in Virgin Megastore. For buying Ixnay on the Hombre by The Offspring. I think. Dick.

Think I bottled out of buying the Sum 41 album once around that time.

There was a cute, young, indie looking temptress serving on one of the till's; typically it was her checkout that I was called too. Went over and sheepishly mumbled "Hi," then after a few seconds silence, said "this CD is not for me, I'm buying it for mum, as a present," the truth. She smiled and said "It's okay, we don't judge customers on their music taste," she then gave a jokish laugh, then complimented me on my T-shirt, I smiled and then left with a bounce in my step. Their is probably a moral to this story.

I go into Zavvi once and found a Mercury Rev album in the sale. In my excitement of finally finding something worth buying at a reasonable price, I sauntered up to the till and shelled out my hard earned £4 (bargain-tastic!). As I walked away from the till, a burning sense of realisation hit me, as I remembered that I'd actually received that album for Christmas but one week before.

I returned, sheepishly, and somewhat embarrassed, to ask for a refund.

For some reason I thought whoever was at the tills would immediately think 'peado' as opposed to 'guy with decent music taste'.

But I have a whole lot of records I'm too ashamed to take into the Exchange shop to flog.

i was sweating a lot and really nervous for some reason, bit embarassed maybe as i looked like a nu-metaller, nearly balked but got it done

some cracking tracks on that

less god whaffle would have been nice though

I'm not embarrassed with anything in my record collection. However, the vast majority of the music I buy know is from the artist themselves at the gigs I go to. I also buy a lot from Amazon. Been a while since I bought Music from an actual record store.

GET A LIFE. MAN.

take it outside, stick it on my personal CD player, get to about 20 seconds into the second song and then immediately turn round and take it back for a refund.