She seemed an unlikely aficionado of
psychedelic slash garage rock
the composed, power suit wearing Essex girl
eager to hobnob with the bigwigs
and fasttrack her way to senior management
She knew I was a record nut and didn't like
'secrets and bullshit' so when she picked
my name out of the Secret Santa hat said:
'I got you. How about instead of some cheap crap
you get a couple of records from my
old collection? I got no use
for them any more'
At the Christmas team lunch, she
handed over two unwrapped vinyl originals
by the Stooges and the 13th Floor Elevators
both in Excellent (EX/VG++) condition
'I used to hang around with these bikers,
friends of my brothers, sweet
guys really'
I had no carrier bag so clutched them
to my winter coat as I made my steaming
way home through the slushy rain
in time-honoured greatcoat 70s music fan style
but with shorter hair, and smarter shoes
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