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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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6/20/2006<br />
of this place, and I lock the door behind him, I suddenly feel panicky. I know I’m going to have to do<br />
something about the shop—let it go, burn it down, whatever—and find myself a career.<br />
Thirty<br />
But look:<br />
My five dream jobs:<br />
1. NME journalist, 1976-1979<br />
Get to meet the Clash, Sex Pistols, Chrissie Hynde, Danny Baker, etc. Get loads of free records—good<br />
ones, too. Go on to host my own quiz show or something.<br />
2. Producer, Atlantic Records, 1964-1971 (approx.)<br />
Get to meet Aretha, Wilson Pickett, Solomon Burke, etc. Get loads of free records (probably)—good<br />
ones, too. Make piles of money.<br />
3. Any kind of musician (apart from classical or rap)<br />
Speaks for itself. But I’d have settled just for being one of the Memphis Horns—I’m not asking to be<br />
Hendrix or Jagger or Otis Redding.<br />
4. Film director.<br />
Again, any kind, although preferably not German or silent.<br />
5. Architect.<br />
A surprise entry at number 5, I know, but I used to be quite good at technical drawing at school.<br />
And that’s it. It’s not even as though this list is my top five, either: there isn’t a number six or seven<br />
that I had to omit because of the limitations of the exercise. To be honest, I’m not even that bothered<br />
about being an architect, I just thought that if I failed to come up with five, it would look a bit feeble.<br />
It was Laura’s idea for me to make a list, and I couldn’t think of a sensible one, so I made a stupid one.<br />
I wasn’t going to show it to her, but something got to me—self-pity, envy, something—and I do<br />
anyway.<br />
She doesn’t react.<br />
“It’s got to be architecture, then, hasn’t it”<br />
“I guess.”<br />
“Seven years’ training.”<br />
I shrug.<br />
“Are you prepared for that”<br />
“Not really.”<br />
“No, I didn’t think so.”<br />
“I’m not sure I really want to be an architect.”<br />
“So you’ve got a list here of five things you’d do if qualifications and time and history and salary were<br />
no object, and one of them you’re not bothered about.”<br />
“Well, I did put it at number five.”<br />
“You’d really rather have been a journalist for the NME, than, say, a sixteenth-century explorer, or<br />
king of France”<br />
“God, yes.”<br />
She shakes her head.<br />
“What would you put down, then”