Godzilla

Sorry - trigger finger. Missed the word 'you'. As in: What kind of maths are you using. Not so clever now am I?

What kind of maths are using?

Secret intelligence source

Sorry Guys!!!! No harm meant. Just couldn't resist

Not to mention the Charlie Records "Charlie Groove" logo in the bottom right corner of the sleeve.

Actually that could have been Jim iMac.

and Adams Apples while I'm at it...

Jimmy Mac

Ok you got me In my defence I was eating curried fish at the time and didn't give the post my full attention. Now what's your excuse for spelling definitely wrong, smartarse?

Did I read that the legit UK issues are actually a bit dodgy in that they weren't officially licenced from popcorn Wiley?

Not forgetting Marcia Griffiths "No, No, No" of course ">

ORCHESTRA DU BAWOBAB - KELEN ATI LEN RICHARD STOUTE & THE ORGANISATION - VEHICLE Anyone help please? Cash/ trades. How about 1st KGF 45 for the pair? PM or email: mistergodzilla@yahoo.com Cheers Paul

Flip of Soul Drummers

Fair enough, but I think in the spirit of the thing people should try to buy from indie record shops so that they make their couple of quid mark-up from it. They even suggest that on the publishers site. The list of shops that have disappeared between the author deciding to write the book and it's publication was what swung it for me. It's over four pages worth

I think it only came out in April this year Glyn. It would be a good read even if you weren't interested in record shops - Graham Jones comes across a naturally funny writer. Can't recommend this enough

Stuck in wrong section anyway

I know we usually do book stuff in freebasing but I though this one was appropriate to the Records bit of the forum. Just bought yesterday and while not really soul music related should be really entertaining to any who has ever frequented independent record shops. Loads of funny anecdotes. Available in all good record shops. Bought mine from one the last ones here in Scarborough of course Here's an excerpt: The World's Worst Record Shop It took me all of ten seconds to select the shop to which I can grant the accolade "The Worst" of all the hundreds I have known: One day, whilst working in Bolton, I stumbled upon a shop I had never seen before, called 'Sounds'. I popped in and introduced myself to the owner a seventeen-year-old called Craig. He informed me that he had recently left school and that his Dad had asked him what he wanted to do with his life. When Craig told him that he would like to run his own record shop, his father, obligingly, stumped up the funds. A succession of customers then interrupted our chat. The ensuing conversations illustrated both Craig's business acumen and his aptitude for customer care: Customer: "My stylus seems to be faulty as all my records are jumping". Craig: "Bring it in and I will have a look at it for you". Customer: "I have it with me. I think it's bent". Craig spent the next two (interminable) minutes holding the stylus up to the light before confirming that it was bent and handing it back to the customer. Customer: "Do you have one in stock?'' Craig: "No". Customer: "Can you order one for me?" Craig: "Sorry, mate. This is a record shop; not a hi-fi dealer". The disgruntled customer left, whilst I quietly explained to Craig that adequate record shops stocked basics, like styli. Another customer came in and asked Craig if he had anything by the Halle Orchestra (As the Halle is Britain's longest-established symphony orchestra and is based in Manchester, a mere 10 miles from Bolton, you would have expected Craig to be aware of it). "Of course I have, mate" Craig responded, as he plonked a copy of Bill Haley's Greatest Hits on the counter. The classical customer looked at Craig in disgust. I was not sure if it was due to a dislike of being called "mate" or to Craig's ignorance of the Halle Orchestra. "It is the Halle I am after"' the customer insisted. "I think you will find that it is pronounced 'Haley'", replied Craig, knowingly. Shaking his head, the customer started to make his way out of the shop. In a last desperate attempt to procure a sale, Craig started to read out the track-listing from the Bill Haley CD, "Hey mate, all the hits are on this - 'Rock Around The Clock'; 'See You Later, Alligator'..." But, to no avail - the customer had gone. I thought I had never met such a magnificently useless record storeowner... until things got worse... The next unfortunate customer came in and purchased a CD for £3.99. Craig took the proffered £5, but then shut the till without giving any change. When the customer pointed out the omission, Craig, for some reason, could not get his till to open. A full 10 minutes elapsed with Craig pressing every combination of buttons on the till in an attempt to open it. When he was reduced to trying to force it open with a screwdriver, the customer called him "an idiot" - to which Craig responded, "Tell you what, mate - why don't you try and f***ing open it?'' To calm the situation I gave the customer his £1.01 from my own pocket and told Craig to repay the money when he got the till open. Sadly that time never came. Half an hour later, the till was still shut. I promised Craig I would call on him the next time I was in the area - I had spent more than an hour with a customer and had achieved sales worth minus £1.01, but the comedy value had been worth every penny. Predictably, when I next checked out the store, it had closed. ...Maybe Craig never did get that damn till open.

Me neither. You're obviously a Flat Earther. Nothing else for me here

Just because you're too dim to understand it doesn't make it untrue Look Here

So was I in post 7 of this thread, dozy

Hey no sweat Tony. It's probably in the book about about Levy and Roulette that you told me to read. I did and enjoyed it but my recall is clearly rubbish. In my defence though, I did say "from what I remember". Given we've established I have a crap memory surely that let's me off the hook. Possibly. Finally, and going even further off topic, I thought I'd heard another Limelites record (or b side) with Sheppard singing without that kind of 'affected' accent that your hear in Doo Wop. Know what I mean? Like the difference between Gene Chander and Jackie Wilson's earlier / later records. Is there a term to describe it? Am I making myself clear even? if not it's back to the self chastisement till the postman comes. I really should rephrase that last sentence.

Lots of my records have a white label instead of the usual one and have "not for sale" written on them. And they wonder why they weren't hits - Durr!

Ok I consider my self chastised.

That's the one. Joey shows quite a lot of her talent in it.

Why would they have to do that? Surely they'd have the master, I mean, it's not as though she was some obscure artist. Anybody heard/got the CD - the one with the nudey cover? Come to think about it, anybody got a copy of Bluebeard