“Recently I went down into the cellar under my Victorian house to unearth some long-forgotten vinyl LPs. Sticky tendrils clung to my face as I descended, a taste, almost literally, of what was to come.”
“Recently I went down into the cellar under my Victorian house to unearth some long-forgotten vinyl LPs. Sticky tendrils clung to my face as I descended, a taste, almost literally, of what was to come.”