10 euro bloke

I have to admit to being an example of “10 euro bloke”.  I have a habit of walking into record shops (such as one of the few remaining Tower Records shops in the world, in Dublin) for a browse around and coming out with a bunch of those compilation CDs – you know the ones, “€7.99 each or 2 for €10”, featuring the best and worst of some one hit wonder band that was big in 1972.  I go in, spend €10, come home, listen to them and remember that while some of these compilations have some good stuff on them, there’s a reason that they faded away when originally released.