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Yep spent many a quid or two purchasing the latest album from groups as diverse as The Stones to Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple, not forgetting the beloved Northern Soul and Disco, Jeeze where have all the years gone to??????
What about the Play Inn down Watergate
It was all part of the fun going and buying a single or L.P. Now it’s all about downloads, what the hell is that all about( I do know so don’t tell me- my grandchildren see me straight on that point) going into The Record Shop as much to see Madge as buy a record, good times., rushing home to stick it on the old record player only to have your mother shout out “ Turn that rubbish off” Brilliant!!!
Oh yeah!
More of an “Abba” man myself!
Years ago (1973-4) used to be a lad walk around Grantham always with a pile of L.P.s under his arm, I think they called him Frank, never spoke to him but would see him every Friday night walking past the Spotted Cow, wonder what became of him?
OOOOHA ode Frankie boy eh! he knew yer know? he knew you never spoke to him! mind you bit the ode “tar brush like me boy eh!