Shared by a friend. Got to be nonsense, surely. £2870 with no useful info/pics Advert text posted below as i’m sure they will be snapped up sharpish!
''Special sale of personal DJ collection, a batch of electronic, techno, deep house, minimal among some rarities. These are 200 vinyls all carefully selected as a collection, these are dance floor oriented, I have used with love played in niche international clubs and festivals. All in a good condition, some records are new, some played once. Great value if you consider the history and the due diligence behind this holding, the special research done on every single tune is valuable. A mix of new and well searched past tracks, and you can adapt on any dancefloor changes.
Ideal for professionals. No newbie please. Email me for more info, this is a private and confidential sale.‘’
“ Great value if you consider the history and the due diligence behind this holding, the special research done on every single tune is valuable. ”
Special research? Do they mean listening to each tune? You know, like anyone would if they were buying a record?
I’m surprised they don’t want interest from any newbies. They’d likely fall for this bullshit over anyone ‘professional’. The fuck does that even mean also??
I must be living under a rock and it’s not really a thing where we live - but just spent four days in Prague and the stag party lads were really astounding. Groups of men - UK or German primarily - wearing identical t-shirts and wandering around the town completely blotto, singing obnoxious songs. One fellow had a bucket attached to himself with a cord into which he regularly relieved himself. WTF?
Just back from a very quiet relaxing week in Tenerife. The plane there and back though was eye opening. Is it now mandatory for all 20 something townies to sport mullets, sliders, white socks, tight shorts, Nike vests and hideous tattoos?
I liked Tenerife but the further north the better and we quickly worked out where to avoid. The nearest we found to entertainment was a friendly husband/wife duo from Surrey called “Old Dogs New Tricks” singing the likes of Jolene at the Route 66 bar in Los Gigantes. Performing to a load of pensioners every night. And us.
According to ubiquitous airport crime writer Wesley Clarkson the late timeshare swindler John ‘Goldfinger’ Palmer hid millions in cash in the 90s in the ground somewhere near Teide volcano which was never retrieved. I lost my phone near Teide too and that was never retrieved either. Ah well.
This reminded me of something that happened years ago, at Lazy Dog in Notting Hill Arts Centre. I was talking to a girl and thought things were going ok, so asked if she’d like to go out some time, her response was “Well I’m here with Alan Russell (DJ, used to write for Echoes), and my best friend is (another DJ, can’t remember who), so that’s the kind of level of people I hang around with”, said whilst pulling a face, and in a tone of voice which conveyed the fact I definitely didn’t cut the mustard.
Oh yeah, there is almost definitely some compulsive name dropping in the mix. That encounter illustrates the chink in the armour of this type. They just have to display that they “know” people. Like N2CUN points out, bullet indeed dodged.
The price of Europe. Just did a 4 week trip to UK and Europe. We complain endlessly about the cost of everything in Oz, but it seemed that pretty much everything was about twice as expensive over there. Except record postage costs that is. I was quite perplexed. And feel for you guys having to navigate these costs.
