Back in 1978, not long after I joined the navy, another lad in my mess was also on the scene. What few records we had between us we kept together in a single box and would just play each others sounds. One weekend the other lad took the box home. When he got back he told me that the box had been stolen. Whether this was the case or not I'll never know, I had little choice but to accept his version of events as I couldn't prove any different. The fact that he didn't offer to compensate me pissed me off, given the fact that he'd "lost" them. I wouldn't have accepted anything off him, but it would have been nice for him to offer. I don't know to this day if he was telling the truth, but I never trusted him again.