It being Saturday and all, I've been thinking about the weekly trip to the Video Shop when I was younger. More often than not it would be something like The Goonies for me and whatever the latest Blockbuster was for the folks. My local Video Store was the Pink Panther Club and it was dark, dingy, never seemed to have new stock...and I loved it. Floor to ceiling racks of videos (or rather big plastic empty video cases) tempting young lovers, the beer brigade, parents, kids and dirty old men. Their glossy cover art and snappy blurbs drew us in before the age of internet reviews, film magazines and the like.
We may have more choice these days - but who doesn't miss the physical act of going to a Video Shop, browsing the shelves, stocking up on supplies, and hiring a REALLY bad film for a couple of quid? I know I do.
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