shopping at Berwick Street's record shops today

I didn't find anything at all worth buying, which is about a first.
Or, at least, I saw a few cheap albums that I knew I'd like at least some of (Snow Patrol's first one, for instance) but didn't find anything which I was willing to give the place on my almost-full shelves to. I've now reached the strange point where the space that a CD will take up is often more of a concern than the couple of pounds it will cost, which somehow doesn't seem quite right.