You can keep the hair, bunch of Dougal wannabes

although in fairness BAD did rather make one's hair go that way with the prices they charged for bootleg vinyl. Still miss that place though, and tut like an old man whenever strolling past the cafe/bar thing that exists there now. I've fond memories of a disgruntled mother of some young metalhead going totally bananas with them and demanding a refund for some 'f**king s**t quality' Megadeth VHS her son had bought there, whilst I innocently perused the Sisters tapes and kissed goodbye to my student grant in October, on around 20 tapes and a couple of vomitously exquisite shirts.
oops thread derail - soz!