I was anxious all day. My hands were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I had to meet her in an amusement arcade on Dorset St here in Dublin City. I got stuck in traffic and was in serious danger of not making my date with destiny. I'd gone to the bother of looking her picture up on the internet so that I'd recognise her on sight. She looked like a right little beauty and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. It was going to be love at first sight.
She was a 1970's Rock-Ola 50 disc jukebox. I'd been offered her by a mate and I just had to pick her up from a repair place on Dorset St. I'm not sure why I thought the jukebox would actually be functional. I guess that I just assumed it would be. I'm not a stickler for details when I'm being offered a jukebox for free. The poxy mammoth wouldn't fit in my car (even with the help of the two winos who passed by). It wasn't to be. We weren't meant to be together. I know that now, but in my innocent exhuberance I expected we'd be together forever. Ah fuck it anyway. It's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.
It kind of looked like this except it was all smashed up:
Thursday, October 11, 2007
this one slipped through the net
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Shame, that'd be an awesome thing to have.
I have a box full of 7" singles without the middle bit because they were all purloined from a juke box.
I'm not sure I have one of those chunky middle bits which would allow me to play them though. Where would you even get one of those now?
I'm fucking snappin about it but my missus would kill me if I brought it home in the state it was in. I've enough shite around the house as it is.
You'll pick one of them up downstairs in HMV on Grafton St. An easier and cheaper way is to make them out of thick cardboard. If both of them fail I'll send you a few.
Will check HMV, cheers.
Then you'll find me in the kitchen at parties. Oh yes.
I must give Jona Lewie a run out on a podcast soon.
Your picture looks like one of the blokes who tried to get the jukebox into my car. He then offered to get rid of it for me for €100. What a gent.
Entrepreneurs everywhere these days.
A shame, a damn, damn shame.
A heartbreaking story, told beautifully
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