My old man wasn’t too impressed with our first album, either. I’ll always remember the day I took it home and said, ‘Look, Dad! I got my voice on a record!’ I can picture him now, fiddling with his reading specs and holding the cover in front of his face. Then he opened the sleeve, went ‘Hmm’ and said, ‘Are you sure they didn’t make a mistake, son?’ ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘This cross is upside down.’ ‘It’s supposed to be like that.’ ‘Oh. Well, don’t just stand there. Put it on. Let’s have a bit of a sing-along, eh?’ So I walked over to the radiogram, lifted the heavy wooden lid, put the record on
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