Now, that space is gone. Wasted.
Now the shops sit empty. Or they’re vape outlets. Or pound stores. The dog on the logo—Nipper, listening to “His Master’s Voice”—is finally deaf. He’s listening to silence. wasted hmv
To be “wasted” is a peculiar fate. It implies a squandering of potential, a slow rot of something vibrant. And no high street chain has felt more wasted—more tragically obsolete—than HMV. Not just financially (though the administrators have been called more times than the fire brigade), but spiritually. We didn't just waste HMV; HMV wasted us . Now, that space is gone
The Ghost in the Aisles