Concrete and Clay

Last week my local DVD shop shut it's doors after at least 20 years. The owner - a former England Under 21 goalkeeper who would sit smoking fags, eating steaks and playing PlayStation golf until you roused him from his reveries into recommending a film you'd never otherwise have watched - had decided suddenly to pack it all in and sell up his highly-valued pitch in East London. Within 24 hours of its closing, and after a party in the empty shop, an upmarket furniture company put sofas for 5 grand where Steve Buscemi and Bill Murray's faces had been.