remember picking him up from his mums,loading umpteen record boxes into the car and setting off to anighter in stoke ,must've stopped at all the large venues in stoke only to be told "nah mate its not on here try so and so"turn to pete "where the f*** are we going""relax,its round here somewhere i can smell it".Finally found it ,unloads the car ,sets up shop and theres a box i've never seen before,dont ask,this box is at the back of the table unopened. This guy comes over looks through all the stuff on the table and ask's is that the good stuff in that box,"dunno mate their petes",pete was off dancing,pete comes back and this guy's still whinging"c'mon show us the good stuff"so pete says"sure you can handle it ,"yeah no prob",so pete lifts the box on tothe table very gently(im thinking you holding out on me lawson!)says to the guy "you open it "(this guys getting exited thinking he's going to get something mega rare for a quid)so he opens it and inside is pete's cat fred,really pissed off about being disturbed,claws this guys hand ,spitting all the time ,this guy's going "what the f***"pete just says to him"your not soulful enough"everyonelse in the record bar is in hysterics(roger banks crying with laughter)and this guy walking away clutching his hand muttering "theye wierd this northern soul lot ,1st time & last,&what were those pills my mate just sold me.