Reading all of Porcy's posts about listening to classical music, I have this romantic image of Porcy, based on watching lots of 1960s European films.
I imagine that he lives in this totally modular white apartment in a Mondrian-looking building in Rome. There are all of these white modular bookshelves filled with books on modern art and leftist politics. He puts a Haydn LP - preferably on the Philips label - on a big, thick-based turntable and plays it through his tube amp.
Then, he kicks back in his Eames recliner, on a flokati rug, with an arco lamp hanging over. On one side, there is a glass-and-metal Bauhaus end table holding a bottle of Sherry, and on the other side, a potted plant, preferably a monstera deliciosa...