I'm sitting in Starbucks (in Borders) at Silverlink right now. They just killed the music for one of the staff to do an impromptu little blues-y type number about how the store is closing tomorrow and how there's 70-80% off everything. Everyone in the store (including the Starbucks staff) stopped to listen, and applauded him at the end.
I can't believe it's actually true. I may have sounded flippant on the photo site when I called this kicking me when I'm down - but I really do mean it. At times like these, you cling to the familiar, to comforts that help you feel better, and this place is one of those. I know I'll find familiar faces on the shelves - both people I don't know and people I do (and many more, but if I start linking everyone we'll be here all day). I know I can plug in my netbook and sit with a coffee and write, or just sit here and peoplewatch or read. It's one of the things we do at weekends - D browses (and picks up endless piles of books - if everyone spent here like we did this would not be happening. Is that good or bad?) while I sit upstairs with a coffee and write, until he comes and joins me and grins, trying to hide how many books he has behind his back.
That's not going to happen any more. Waterstones is good, don't get me wrong, but it's not the same. It means a trip into town, and there's not a coffee shop inside.
If I was rich, I would totally buy this one shop (maybe along with those on Team Valley and in York) and make it work. Somehow.
Goodbye Borders. Weekends won't be the same without you.