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...but aren't they now by definition 'Northern'?

Picked up a Turkish SW for a couple of quid last week: ...and a couple of French bits:

You're right, I've done three in the last two months flicking through boxes hurriedly trying to get the next choice ready - started to take two boxes out now with half the records in so I'm not sprising (?) them up.

There's a thread or two on here about it if you dig a bit.

...line at the top is quite funny (Courtesy Eddie Hubbard)

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=velvet%20hammer Now we know where they got those opening beats from

I always thought it was a strong woman - put's a new spin on why he was 'Happy' ay?!

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Exactly John - I won't tell you what to like if you don't tell me ay?

Love it!!

Probably showing it's more about the feel of the track than it's constituent components.

Pete Scargill?

His opening record...

...and if you don't find any decent records, The Ten Bells over the road serves a great pint of Stella Black

Funny innit! I just love The Majestics - opinions, opinions ay!?

...I can't tell you what he used to turn Colin Curtis' name into

Nice to see a mention of John - I remember Kev Edwards when he was managing Spinn Inn always used to wind John up by Tippexing John's name on posters for his next gigs to read Joan Grunt

Another two that follow a similar path as singer Dad and actor Son are Cuba Gooding (Sr) and Cuba Gooding Jr. Just reading his bio, interesting how he got the name Cuba... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuba_Gooding,_Sr.

Any more Winnie? Jesse J over Detroit Land Apples maybe?? (I Need Help - ring any bells mate? )

Been on here before - I've just got over the last suicide attempt Winnie

What's scary about that tale is the fact that in 1982 you could get a bus, two trains, entrance to an all-niter, a brew at Sheffield bus station and still have 5p for a phone call left out of a tenner.

Me and me mate Richard (we were two of The Three Sullies ) in one of the ridiculous fits of madness you had in those days - you know, sat in front of the telly on a cold December Saturday night at about half nine, nothing planned and about a tenner each in our pockets...."f*ck it - let's go to Rotherham!" It was snowing as we hopped on the 10.30 bus into Warrington, jumped on the last train to Manchester, got into Piccadilly and looked at the board - as to see how we could best get near Rotherham. The snow had delayed everything and we ended up, after a cold wait, on a train to Sheffield (the carriage type with no heating) which got us into the City Of Steel for 2am. You always went prepared in them days didn't you? Long leather, T shirt, white towelling socks and a pair of mangled moccassins - perfect -2 garb. Anyway, after getting our bearings we set off through the night, hopefully heading somewhere in the general direction of Rotherham - had a few Hairum-Scarum moments with a few locals etc (I remember being amazed at the amount of businesses that were open in a city at that time in the morning) and eventually ended up at a stretch of Mway with the a sign pointing Rotherham out as the next junction. Down the sliproad we headed, it was prob about 4.30/5am now, and onto the Mway. I remember us getting a tad excited as we chatted and could see the slip road off to Rotherham in the near distance.... ....just as The Coppers pulled up. After explaining in the car, the bastards took us back down the Mway and dropped us off where we had started at the beginning of the stretch of Mway we had just walked down. Anyway, we ended up getting to The Clifton Hall - frozen - at 7.30...we still got charged £2 to get in...I remember pulling me tape out me bag and taping the last 15 minutes before we set off back into the cold to get home. We attempted the 'Stranded Passenger' thing at the railway station by ringing our mate up with our last 5p and asking him to pay for us at Warrington Bank Quay. He wouldn't 'as it was snowing' We thumbed it - got home at about 3.30pm Sunday. Mad!