If anyone's ever been around the British midlands over the past 20 years or so, they have probably been to a town with a record shop called "Andy's Records".
Now Andy's is dying out, and financially in deep do-do, Andy himself goes to branches, and his entering words without fail are always...
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" In a posh, stupid 80's passion voice, sounding spookily similar to Loxley from the circle of thieves.
I urge you all to visit Andy's Records and give the man a necklace.
Now Andy's is dying out, and financially in deep do-do, Andy himself goes to branches, and his entering words without fail are always...
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" In a posh, stupid 80's passion voice, sounding spookily similar to Loxley from the circle of thieves.
I urge you all to visit Andy's Records and give the man a necklace.