Talking about the death of HMV is a bit like eulogising a suicidal Blue Peter presenter. Sure, they may have given you some sweet memories as a youngster, but they’re long redundant, and though their demise is a loss (I guess?) most people’s reactions are a bit "Oh yeah...nevermind."
HMV isn’t a little corner store, it’s a giant global entertainment chain, so aside from all the surly tubs who’re going to be out of work (don’t worry guys, us "writers" haven’t got long left either), it’s just a corporation going belly up. I thought you hated the corporations, man? Down with the system as long as you can pick up Bride And Prejudice for £5.99 is it? I see.
There used to be an HMV in Victoria Station until recently. Sometimes I’d go in there and look at what games they had, in case I wanted something to entertain me/ stop me jamming scalpels in my ventricles Elliott Smith style. They were usually way too expensive for my poor ass, so I walked out. I’d maybe glance at the DVDs, but I’d never once look at the CDs. Why would I? It would seem that HMV’s management believed the internet’s role in music distribution was merely a fad, a blip on the radar of their good business, which they’ve been rolling in for the best part of a century. Must’ve been painful, as the Jock, to lose out so extremely to the Nerds, to be buried alive by them as they scrape, bloody-fingered, at the lid of the coffin.
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