Ten folding mate. All scrumched up and forgotten in me troosers like.
a) Buy booze in an effort to blot out the post-post modern horror of a self-reverential society on the brink of the abyss and get a picture of me puking in someone's shoes into the Daily Mail.
b) Buy a record, if anything original and worth £10 truly exists which I doubt as all music seems to be the product of a dead and decaying 'culture'.
c)Give it to a homeless type thus easing my guilt for five minutes and passing on the burden of indecision.
d) shove it down the back of the cat and forget about it so I can have the thrill of finding it all over again six months from now.