When I moved to Manchester from London a few years back, I hummed and hawed over what to do with my VHS collection of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. With seven series and a total of 144 episodes, carting them more than 200 miles north was no small undertaking. In the end, I took them with me.
Fast forward to 2013 and I’m at the local animal charity shop with said collection. The advent of Sky On Demand had negated my need for a roomful of Buffy videos. I was sad to see them go but glad of the extra space in my house.
Now I discover that pristine copies of cult VHS tapes are worth a few bob. Admittedly, I never owned Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks (widely considered to be the most valuable VHS in the world) or The Beast in Heat (£1,200 to the right buyer) but, like many children of the 80s, I’ve amassed a sizeable stash of clunky cassettes.
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