Sixteen days hence, a boy child will be born in a maisonette in Bethnal Green, there being no room at the Holiday Inn, it being Christmas and all that. He will be born to Mary and Joseph Searle, and they shall name him Norman. Three wise dealers from East Anglia will come bearing gifts of Gold vinyl (The Professionals), Frank Wilson and Myrrh (whatever that is). Norman will grow up to be the saviour of the scene, and along with his twelve disc jockies, will spread the word throughout the land. He shall make the deaf R & B fans hear, and the lame Crossover fans dance. He shall turn Wade in the Water into wine. Yes my brethren, this is the future of Norman Searle.