Earlier on today I was in the last remaining CD retailer (sans tesco) in the town that I live in.

Their stock levels are so low now that I really only go in to kill time. I can safely say that I have more CD's on top of the micro system in the kitchen than they have in the shop.

Nevertheless, I felt obliged to buy something and spying Aloe Blacc's new album I bought it for my wife. While paying for the CD the shop assistant pointed at a box of CD's on the counter and said 'take what you like, they're free'. So for €8 (the cost of the Aloe Blacc CD) I came out with 11 albums. None will be troubled with the soubriquet classic (except The Nightfly (which I have multiple times already) and The Divine Miss M) but still - none of them were stinkers.

I should also add that these were all new shrink wrapped CD's.

The era of the CD is well and truly over...or whatever.

Discuss.

Heading over to the UK for a flying visit next week (we've had your Queen here in Ireland for the last week, so it's payback time). Will be in close proximity to a Fopp (Manchester) and will also be in possession of a few of your British quids.

As I have an unhealthy love of Fopp Manchester could the Massive make some suggestions as to what latest bargains that I could pick up in there?

This message is for the subscriptions department

Yes, you. You’re the people who promised me a magazine landing on my door mat days before the civilians could purchase it in the shops. You’re probably getting ready to send out next months magazine and send out another ‘Something For The Weekend’ e-mail encouraging people to subscribe. Today I looked out my sitting room window and watched the postman drive past. Still no magazine! It’s the 22nd of July and I’m still waiting for the latest issue with George Harrison on the cover. Yes, I am talking to you.

Let’s see:

I have driven in to the nearest town every second Thursday of the month for the last five years to buy the magazine.

Each time I have had to drive around trying to find a parking space

I one received a €40 parking fine whilst in the newsagents (and paid it!) whilst buying your magazine

I have persuaded (nay, bullied) friends in to buying the magazine.

I have driven my wife around the bend complaining about the crap parking situation in the nearest town so much that she bought me a subscription for my birthday (thanks for the Chris Difford CD!)

I think that the postman thinks I’m making up all the magazine lark – just so I can chat to him. He looks scared.

I want my magazine, please!!!!!!

All this has led me to entering the mental state psychologists describe as ‘pissed off’. I would really like to know where my magazine is. (The one with the great writing!)