While stocks last

Not what I wanted today but I'll maybe get that another day although I thought I should get this one in while the lights are still on since it's looking increasingly likely that HMV will either go completely bust, be cut back to a core of shops, merge with a more interesting brand from the Group (like Waterstones) or be taken over by someone like Amazon, becoming a version of Argos for them. Nipper can kiss his gramophone goodbye. I say 'while stocks last' because I was reading today that their suppliers are starting to be refused credit insurance and if that becomes widespread, as it did with Woolworths, they'll be unable to fill the racks.

Not that I care. I haven't been in an HMV for ages because I haven't bought any physical form of music for who knows how long. Hardly buy MP3s. It's all Spotify. I went in yesterday to see if they had a DAB radio that I could attach to my iPhone and was struck by how not a music retailer it is. I don't know what kind of retailer it is. Retail dinosaur being eaten alive by Amazon and Play but unfortunately for them not by HMV.com.

Had a nice walk at lunchtime although only took my camera out to photograph things I knew I'd throw away later. Bumped into Mr Sitting and had a quick chat about Kraftwerk, who were making my ears sweat and linked music (the bands he mentioned I've forgotten). A visit to the tea shop is planned.

Inspired by D77, I thought I'd start a list of the people I'd liked to have killed today:

1. The person who wrote the cash machine software that presents me with five menus when I only ever want to do one things - remove £50.

2. The person who wrote the train ticket machine software that makes me press eight buttons to get a ticket and then makes it take ages to print the bloody ticket.

3. The people who decided to stop and have their chat in the tiny space left by the road works on George Street, forcing everyone into a one-person-at-a-time contraflow system.

4. The bloke on the train who grumped and moaned at the people who wanted to sit opposite him on the train, forcing him to stop slouching and stretching his legs.

That's enough death for one day.