
I've always had a soft spot for Fopp, even as an adult, although that might be down to guilt from my early teenage years, having flicked and thumbed my way through various displays (usu. the extensive Iron Maiden back catalogue), without ever actually buying anything. It's a proud tradition which the minigoths hanging around the top of Cockburn Street continue to this day.
Ah well... even if it does all go Pete Tong for the reincarnated Fopp, at least there'll still be Avalanche, Vinyl Villains and Ripping Records to choose from on trips home.