I'd been feeling rather pleased with myself the other day when picking up the best of Dinosaur Jr on CD for 99p in a charity shop. At least that's what I thought I'd bought. It wasn't till I played the CD for the first time earlier today that the full horror of what I'd done became apparent - the disc inside wasn't actually the best of Dinosaur Jr at all, but an album by the Offspring. The horror!
An Escapologist’s Diary: Part 78. Travel in Pictures.
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This series of posts — starting with a 2009 escape and running to the
present moment — answers the question “what would I do all day without a
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Similar thing happened to me once. The CD case said Dusty Springfield. The CD said Dusty Springfield. But when I put it on it was what sounded like an organ recital in a church hall somewhere. Nasty.
And to think, people gloss over Dusty's church hall organ recital phase whenever her name comes up nowadays. Tcha!
Will you hate me forever if I said that I'd consider that a result? ;-)
Course not! Each to their own and all that.
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