David McWilliams: It's the same old record: HMV just failed to change with the times
YEARS ago, in a hot summer of the mid-1980s, I tried to impress a young student who had come over from Dublin on the boat and train to London where I was working in a bar on Kensington High Street. She was already in college and I had just done my Leaving Cert so I was punching well above my weight. The stakes were high.
In the years before texting, mobiles or email, a rendezvous had to be planned in advance and, at the age of 17, the place you chose to meet was a significant marker about the type of person you were. I wracked my brains as to where it might be. Where could I meet that would send a signal I was copped on, cool and worth the effort?
Maybe Camden Market? But you might miss each other there. What about somewhere in Soho, maybe the Coach and Horses pub? But I ran the risk of not getting in and the mortification of being kicked out of a pub for being too young.