A bargain good-as-brand-new pre-used tyre to replace an old one, and a new mp3-cd player with a stereo jack aux-input - really handy for playback of live recordings and new band stuff post-gig or rehearsal.
Fuckin Ace. I'm over the moon today 'cos the past month of being sans music, or even sodding radio, has been a fucking wind-up.
Recently acquired a ringing in my ears for risking to listen to two Bolt Thrower songs without ear plugs last night. Still, I've not as laughed hard in a long time as I did when that "King Shymond" idiot forced a flyer on me for an Anaal Nathrakh and Trigger the Bloodshed gig saying: "Come to this! This is true metal! The real deal!"