It was a UK national chain music store called Our Price. I managed to get a job over the Xmas rush. It was fucking ace – I would get to put on obscure Frank Zappa instrumentals near closing time to clear the people hanging around in the store. I also persuaded a guy to but a Pink Floyd box set (over a £100) as my last sale on Xmas eve – the fool! I also started dating this girl who used to come in and order stuff like Husker Du on import. The manager was a twat though.