Excellent.
My sister might still have that on vinyl. (Depending on how her and her first husband divided up the record collection.)
Mind you she's unlikely to allow me to look through her records as I don't think she's forgiven for arbitrarily deciding that she no longer wanted an Isley Brothers album and taking it down to Sheridan's Record Exchange (along with my Slade albums) and swapping it for The Slider by T Rex.
(Cave Duck, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 10:40, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

To my eternal shame
I raped my father’s collection for several years before leaving home. Many of which I really wish I’d not sold, many of which I got terrible prices for – I wince when I think of the eighths of shit hash purchased with the proceeds of handing over Sun rockabilly 45s. What a cunt I was
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 10:52, Reply)

That is a shame. They would be lovely things to have, and of course, worth a great deal more now.
But I'm sure we've all acted foolishly in pursuit of something we believe will provide immediate gratification.
(Cave Duck, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 11:09, Reply)