The old ones are the best...

I've had a bit of a 'blip' in terms of keeping this journal updated (and you're more than welcome to steal that hilarious pun) so thought I'd start again with an old record player my Dad surprised me with from further down South (but still up North, if that makes any sense). I love these sturdy, wooden record players; there's a real element of craftsmanship to them. She's a thing of beauty and plays vinyl perfectly - which gives me enough of an excuse to spend my time and money snooping through record stores and charity shops. I was almost, almost tempted to snap up 'The best of Sting' for 99p. Almost.