He's probably forgotten about it but the memory of it is haunting me.
A couple of years ago, CD and DVD shop MVC was closing down. All stock was for sale at knockdown prices. Of course, I filled my boots. You don't look a gift horse in the mouth (yes, I did buy some Joni Mitchell).
I was umming and aahing over the Jah Wobble anthology. I wasn't overly keen on him though I did enjoy a 12" he did with Holger Czukay and of course the Public Image stuff is fantastic.
So I thought "sod it" and took it to the counter.
The assistant looked at me with horror. "Good choice," he said, but didn't leave it at that.
"I honestly didn't think anybody was going to buy it," he said. "I'd made sure it wasn't easy to find. And I would never have believed in a million years that somebody in Bexleyheath would want to buy a Jah Wobble album."
He wanted it for himself. The shop was closing down, he was losing his job and I was taking his only compensation.
I felt awful. But I didn't stop him scanning the barcode, didn't stop him taking my card. My signature was unwavering and confident.
I played the CD when I got home. Apart from the Public Image stuff and the one track with Holger Czukay, it was shit.
I played it again last week. It was still shit. And I felt the guilt rise up in me. And it won't go away.
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