A mixed bag

The vinyl collection has finally, after I don’t even want to try to guess how many years, been brought in from the cold.

For the moment there is little order to this chaos and I’m wondering which manner to classify them, I’ll need to remember the options from High Fidelity maybe. Alternatively it will be best to worst, followed swiftly by a trip or seven to Cancer Research. Holy shit how come my sister’s new romantic nonsense got in to this photo.

Next up, several hundred books.

12° 42mph