Kim Bielenberg: Record shops could soon be as rare as blacksmiths and makers of wooden barrels
FOR music fans of a certain age, browsing around the record shops was at one time the sole reason for going into town.
On one of these trips, you might go into half a dozen shops, pick up a 45rpm vinyl single in a picture sleeve by a band that you had seen on Top of the Pops on the previous evening. Then you could hang around listening to music, with strange men with Mohawk-hairstyles.
The news that the once mighty HMV chain is going into administration shows that we are reaching the final track on a long-playing record.