We used to live in N London in the late 80s and Keb was a regular visitor. He would often leave his playbox at ours. After one particularly messy party I woke up hung over & went into the living room and knelt down to pick up a few records & other debris. I lost my balance & put my knee down straight onto the Mark IV "If you can't tell me something good" on Brite-Lite which he had recently picked up. Broke it clean in half....he took it in his stride and I gave him what he paid for it. It might have been around a ton, I can't quite remember, but it was cock all compared to today's money. One of the reasons I have a soft spot for the wee chuchter.....