(There's a bit of slipping on the audio)

…Record I bought sits out on a limb with other peoples’ – the common denominator to most of theirs being an “embarrassment” factor.

Take my mate Colin, for example.  He’s a retired fitter who spent donkey’s years working underground for the Coal Board.  As solid and upstanding a bloke as you could meet in a long day’s march.

But I suspect he may also have been a gawky and suggestible pubescent, possibly unsure of his sexuality for all I know, who confesses guiltily that his first record was the happily forgettable “Tom, Tom, Turnaround” by (-and I had to look this up-) the equally eminently forgettable New World.

And Colin’s not alone.  It seems everyone I know suffers the same affliction of having chosen to buy some shite that was destined to embarrass them in their more sober years.

Except me.  I have to say that I feel left out of this club, what with my first purchase from Frank Sisson’s, High Street, Hucknall, for the princely sum in 1963 of 4/11d (-I’m guessing that!-) was and still is a diamond.

Jet Harris and Tony Mehan’s “Diamonds”.