Windswept and dressed in the ancient wax jacket P. only allows me to wear in extreme weather, I had just stumbled out of the buffeting gale into Rounder Records, a favourite Saturday afternoon haunt, in Brighton's South Laines, when someone said "Oh, hello..." My verbal responses are not quickfire at the best of times, but there was an even longer delay than normal before I said 'Oh, hello there' back. I'm not sure whether it was just that we'd never bumped into one another outside London before, though I knew she is based in Brighton, or whether there had been a change of hairstyle or colour. Anyway, it was Rowan Stanfield, publicist at Orion, who had come in to track down an obscure Japanese CD. The CD was too obscure even for Rounder Records, so she was intending to order the CD online. But seemed keen enough to find something else in the shop to buy.
I've had a good bit of luck at the start of the year with purely speculative purchases, including the first CD by The National (the one that preceded Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers and is now difficult to find). I only made one modest, non-speculative purchase today - the Sweatbees EP by My Morning Jacket.
Driving home via Seaford (we usually go to Brighton by train, but the heavy rain decided us in favour of Berlingo today) I stopped off at the seafront to take pictures of the heavy sea.