In our 37 years of business we have seen some things and had some joyous moments.

Working in a hi-fi store is never going to be about making lots of money. With a lot of hard work you can make a living but if you want to get rich then retail is not the way to do it. Not unless you have no conscience and the state sanctioned ability to fiddle your tax returns and rip off your employees. Or you’re a very clever bunny with that one idea in a million that hits the stratosphere. I’m talking dot com clever and that isn’t me.

We are all crazy about music and the best reps that call on us are also crazy about music too. As a result we connect with them and have something to talk about on those endless nights in the curry houses of Sheffield. Those that don’t love music and don’t connect with retailers don’t tend to last long. It must be like discovering that the lunatics have taken over the asylum.

Most of my best friends are from the industry and that is the esteem in which I hold some of the people who do business with us.

I thought I’d share some random things with you and I don’t really know that I can put them into any specific thread or order so I guess the best thing I can do is just relay them to you.

  • Back in our very early days at Rotherham we used to sell cassette tapes in huge numbers. The finest of all of these was a TDK metal cassette that not only used metal tape but used a metal interior that made the cassette sit very rigidly in the players mechanism. These were £5 each and this was a rather immense amount of money for a tape at the time. But we had a regular customer who would buy these in boxes of ten. We would do him a special deal and always ensure we had stock for him when he was paid. I eventually asked him what stereo he had and his reply was “Amstrad tower lad! only the best for me”. We figured out that the cost of the cassettes was not that far away from the cost of his system.
  • Bob Lawson was a lovely bloke who used to sell us a range of audio accessories. We’d see him perhaps once every four months and we would almost always venture into Sheffield for beer and curry. We would usually split the bill at the end of the night unless it was our Christmas party (in which we would pay) or we’d given him  a massive order (in which he would pay). Bob was a real character  but it could also be said that he liked a drink. In fact this was probably an understatement. Bob did sensational impressions and would often climb on the table to do his Mick Jagger. I recall once occasion at a Hotel near Hunters bar where we were taking in a beer with