Leo pointed at the turntable. "Because this one still has three minutes left." He took a beer. "Also… I'll listen to the box set tomorrow. In my car. On the way to work. Like everyone else."

This was it. His last mix of the decade.

The needle rode the groove. The decade held on for three more minutes. And then, with a soft crackle and a lift of the arm, it was over.

"Why not?"

He glanced at the cardboard box in the corner – the one marked "NOW 12" 80s – 4CD." His friend Marcus had brought it an hour ago. "The future," Marcus had said, tapping the plastic jewel case. "No pops. No skips. Four discs of pure 12-inch energy. Blue Monday . Tainted Love . Smalltown Boy . The full extended versions."