Barry

Jimmy Robbins - 100 Club - 80's

Picked one up a minter a few week back for $3.

MAYORAL PROCLAMATION: December 4th is now officially Charles Bradley Day in Madison, Wisconsin!!

...sorry fella's not a record...but I think worthy of the space https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/WICKID-SICK-FORD-FIESTA-ZETEC-S-BLACK-/281220186553

Amazing what a few pints a Stella do to a bloke. Apologies ;0)

Bugger me!!

Rat Scabies, Charley Charles and Matt Black.

Some of us do John ;0)

I've dripped numbers of my collection out over the last ten years or so and we all must have had the big % purchase/sale windfalls; eg Terry Callier - LAMN (2 of) - paid £1 - sold £350 Ron Henderson - GL - paid £8 - sold £400 Frank Dell - HBYGWO - paid £2 - sold £280 Jewel - Paradise - paid £6...etc etc ...so losing the odd couple of bob on other sales must have been balanced out by the fact the maj of us on here paid relative pennies for the maj of our collections by being canny or just plain right with our early purchases * EDIT and turned them over years on for a massive profit. Not ever being in a position to have to have stuff when it is in demand is a God send really - I don't think I've ever sold a record for less than I paid for it or bought one knowingly as it's in demand. Strikes me some people either bought badly or are believing the hype on the realistic monetary value of their own records...whereby not getting what it is deemed worth these days is deemed a loss maybe???

Used to play a 12" @ Bradford by East Wind (Got To Keep You Into My Life) - wonder if it's the same band?

Just to clear up - this was a ham-fisted but light-hearted rib @ Len and in no way a dig (would I?) and his Mixer knowledge but was on an I Pad and have never worked out how to get the Emoticons up.

I bought mine at Wigan...they were a tenner.

I was talking about knowing where the Bass and Treble was ;0)

There was a grey label one on The Bay this morning for £134.

You're such a big head Len.

Not sure I care about the future of the scene if I'm honest. The NS scene that attacted me was one borne of a social period in history that has now forever gone. There were so many things that went into forming the NS scene of (my) yesterday that it would be impossible for it to ever be that same thing again. I love going out and meeting my mates with music in the background - but that's all I'm doing - it doesn't (and can't) hold me like it once did. I still dance til I hurt, I still buy records, I still hunt down stuff, I still get excited by 'new' stuff, I still play out trying to create my little 'yesterday' bubble...but the (and my) youth has gone - and I don't feel the same buzz around me on a floor anymore. I find it really depressing going to 'Darby & Joan' soul nights - they just ain't for me - which is why I find weekenders a more attractive blow out these days. Youth creates excitement. Without going over old ground, everyone's a star in their own minds these days - loads of back-slapping going on. Have your today - give me my yesterday back.

Cunnie!! What nonsense!!

Oh the thrill of getting home with stuff that got played.

Just been onto Keb's FB page - just harrowing photographs - and I mean bad shit. The situation with the Mayor seems a bad one... ....some scary shit right there.

The patches used to be stuck up inside the window.

huh huh huh

Bit off topic but I remember seeing an old Wheeltappers and Shunters episode from around '74 on Gold and it was David Dickensons wife (cabaret singer at the time), dressed in the above garb and doing a rendition of 'To The Ends Of The Earth'.

Remember Russ' little record booth/stall upstairs on the M's side balcony?

Yeah, quite a few local scooter clubs would turn up at that time and generally they always seemed to sit on the stage for that 'we're here now' look. I remember Warrington Scooter Club doing the same, so I waited for my chance and robbed all the peaks to their helmets - funny watching em in the car park in the morning with their now 'shit pot' helmets on.

Keb: Well it's been a very hectic three weeks. Started with a very bumpy flight to Tacloban then a rush home before Yolanda struck. Spent the night taping up windows, blitz style, then forming a barricade in the middle of the room for the family, friend, and relatives to hide behind. Followed by two hours of pulling relatives and their kids away from the windows, the message got through eventually as the complete windows with frames started spinning round the room. Next news arrived that my NPA guerilla buddy and his dwarf wife were missing, so like a twat out I went to find them. The locals thought I was mad, but they are a lovely couple, and we had a big strong house for them to hide in. Spent an hour dodging falling trees, and flying corrugated iron roofs. Found out later he was half a mile in the jungle gathering said roofs so that he could build the house of his dreams after the typhoon finished. Next I remembered that I had told a friend Jonathan from down in the town to come to ours asap with his family but he had not shown up. So off I toddled to Hernani proper, to be met by a flood of refugees heading the opposite direction. I got into town a bit and heard the scream "TUBIG, TUBIG" which means water in a negative way. Shure enough in came another wave about chest high, but I'm a good swimmer so nae bother. I then found Jonathan heading to the Iglesia ni Christo church who's gates had been locked when the main wave hit. I then thought I should head off into town to try and help any other survivors. Not many injured though, they were either dead or not. The water was about waist high now and full of debris. I got a stick and started prodding for bodies. Rain was pouring down, the water rising again and I was by now at the other side of town thinking I might get cut off so home I headed, ha ha ha 2 hours to do a 15 minute journey, too much debris in the water. I arrived home to find Edith feeding over 200 people in the house, and 300 over in the school. We were the only fuckers that had food left undamaged. I'll post film and photos later, some not so nice. Stood guard that night then on day 2 took a reluctant brother in law to look for dead or injured, (the Mayor, and police had disappeared so it was just us). We found most of the dead washed up in all the debris up at the high tide mark, days later those who had been washed out to sea made their presence known, the heat and salt water speeds up the decomposing so they were easy to find, just follow your nose. The high tide bodies were a mix of fresh bodies plus those washed out of their graves. Sadly 13 of the dead were Edith's family, and numerous friends. I took some photos which I will post, but stopped after seeing the face on a chap from Carmen who came to help when he realized the dead girl I was pulling out and shooting was his sister. The next week was spent feeding people, looking for dead, sending those living that I came across to my house on the hill,and reassuring people that relief would arrive soon. The people were very strong in spirit but knew that their own govt did not care for them, and found it hard to believe that foreigners would help. On day 8 I woke up to the sound of the first chopper, (now when you have no electricity and your food and water is running out this sort of noise is very exciting). Now don't let the news tell you different, the first people to appear several days before the rest were the US navy from USS George Washington. They were at first landing anywhere flat and handing out to whoever was standing there. On about day 10 the Mayor appeared and took charge of distributing relief goods. This involved Men with automatic rifles, light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, etc protecting the relief boxes until the Mayor had shifted "the good stuff" into his newly commandeered storage buildings. These buildings were then guarded. The Mayor then started handing out bags of water damaged rice and water stained tinned foods only to those who he knew had voted for him. 800 burgers cooked fresh on the US ship went rotten as the mayor spent days working out how to make a profit out of them. My next task was to photograph this and let the yanks know. Not as easy as said as the mayors men knew I was a friend of the opposition mayor. I went in pretending to be giving them free Aikido lessons, as they knew I often did this, then took photos of the stockpiles as they laughed at each other fucking up what I had taught them. Next day I caught a US Marine seaplane as it landed, and got hold of the CO as he stood taking in the view of destruction. Perfect marine officer, chewing tobacco and all. He was great, I had just mentioned what was going on when the mayor and his bodyguards turned up to introduce himself. The Marine CO then shouted "Bob get these people (mayor's group) back, I need to talk to this gentleman in private". He fully understood, and told me it was the same in most third world countries, he had just been in Haiti and had to get everything passed the gang bosses who ran the place. I'm going for a crap, I'll continue the story soon, then post lots of photos.