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27 years and had only one record not arrive which was sent to Uruguay for some reason. Uruguay happened to be the name of the avenue I lived on at the time, so who knows. The record, worth a fiver, eventually wound its way back to the UK and the seller asked me to cough up for postage again for him to resend. I never bought from him again.

Rank though not Top...

Dreams are made of this. Well done Pete.

We could bang on about this for hours...

Lovely bloke. Always ready to share knowledge with budding collectors like me. You could always spot him from way off as he was so tall and if I remember well, had a liking for big woolly cardies and polo-neck jumpers. When he worked for JM it was a pleasure when he picked up the phone as he'd let you down easy if a record had gone and even congratulated your taste and asked you if there was anything else you were after. I'm sure his..

Man of stone!!

Agree with Roburt. One of the finest things ever committed to analogue tape. A rites of passage tune if ever there was one. I proudly own my sister's copy she'd bought from Boots on release. Sends me back to my first tentative steps on a dancefloor, a good year before I got into this here Northern thing. So what if the handbaggers love it? A stone classic in the true sense of the word.

Did we get an intro?

Superb news mate. The beast has been slain. A new lease of life... literally.

I was there in June and found zilch. I asked my SD host where the vinyl joints were and she dropped me off at two or three. Also tried a Sunday morning yard sale crawl up in the University Heights area. One guy had a huge box of classic Soul 45s, mainly 70s stuff, but all beaten to fook and sleeveless. It was hot and I got bored very quickly.

The Nite Spot Bedford in 1980. Another Ken Cox job. Flak between Mods, those who thought they were Mods and progressive types dancing to Will Collins & Willpower. Interesting times.

I mean in the most general sense. If you go to one of these macro events in the UK it's right there in your face. It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred. Bob said that. But then again, was it ever sacred?

And the grubby exploitation continues unabated.

Ken Cox started the Fleet in June 78. He'd lost St.Ives the previous autumn, the last allniter being held in October from memory. He held an allniter at the Samson & Delilah ballroom in Norwich in January 78 as a stop gap or water tester. It didn't take off sadly. Love Naarwich.