Simsy

Not to much of an exotic location in that we were at Camden market one Sunday, some years back. But I was with some pals (soulies) and my mate Smudge was enthusiastically looking through boxes of records, I think desperately trying to be the first to un-earth a biggie. So it was my turn to have second dibs on this particular box which was outside this shop and I methodically went through tortoise like when I stopped at a UK black Atlantic piece - "it couldn't be Esther Phillips" I remember thinking to myself and we're not talking the commonly sighted 'And I love him'. On closer inspection, stone me! It was a mint UK Esther Phillips - Just say goodbye on black Atlantic. Here's the best bit, the price was four quid! I paid the man and left the shop (smugly gloating) with Smudge bemoaning his lot for being too frantic and in doing so taking his eye off the ball!

At the 100 Club allnighters Ady always does the last spot and his enders will usually be - Dells Make Sure, Harold Melvin - Get out, or Four Tops - Baby I need your loving. All seem to fit well and are suitably poignant.

What happened at Plinston on Friday? I think perhaps a towny (non soul fan) may have spilled his pint on the dancefloor once to often! Anyhoo, he was descended upon by a number of soulies who beat the living shit out of him, claret everywhere! Kenny and myself followed the incident to the foyer where the bouncers had the offending person forcibly removed. Hats off to Kay who handled the incident admirably as Neil had gone home with a cold. In short I have only ever seen three disturbances at soul do's in twenty one years. Whilst the person in question may have deserved a pasting, the sight of such blood & guts was and is a little disturbing as we are all about music, dance and comradship. If anyone has any further info as to what happened or why, please do advise.