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Every record shop has stacks of his records. Shifting as many as possible in the wake of his death. The HMV in Buchanan Street which took over the still cooling corpse of the Zavvi that was there before, has speakers mounted in the door way, blasting music into the street. Looping his hits. It hits Thriller. Two girls walking down the street, right by the speakers, take a moment to do a step, to swing their arms in front of them like the shuffling dead. Moments later, couple coming up the other way, on the other side of the street, nudge each other, and without missing a step, they do the arm thing as well.

Labels: couple, girls, glasgow, thriller