On Tuesday my brother and I had coffee with my Dad and told him about ‘the project’ (you know, David Bowie, 28 albums, 52 weeks, do try to keep up). His eyes went glassy as he was mentally transported back to 1967 and he told us of the day he bought his very first David Bowie album.He was just a wee teen and he went up to Church Street Market with his dear old Dad. Apparently it was a ‘proper cockney market then, not like now!’ (citation need, as they say at Wikipedia).
And he bought 1967’s David Bowie from a proper cockney at a proper cockney record stall. It cost him the princely sum of 75 pence. Dad couldn’t afford it so his Dad had to help him pay. As it turned out, Granddad quite enjoyed the album’s novelty music hall flavour.
All of which means I am the 3rd generation of Mahbenjah to like Rubber Band.
Mind you, Dad agrees that ‘We are the Hungry Men’ is rubbish.
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what a lovely story. They dont tell em like that any more. Ben do you have any other feel good stories of similar content that i would find of interest?
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