I love my Thorens turntable and SME tonearm. They are beautifully built, sound gorgeous, and to my mind represent fantastic modern design. Even though they are decades old, they still look, feel, and sound beautiful.
Not that I am weirdly obsessed or anything, but sometimes I spend hours just staring at the German platter go round and round and round. Glistening in the sun like a fat child running for a bus. I consider the delicate balance of the Surrey tonearm as though it were a ballerina standing on a mirror, but even more revealing. Occasionally I think my obsession with my record player goes too far, and even verges on insanity. But that’s only when to my surprise I find myself eating cereal with the severed tonearm. Oh how I laugh.