Having been passed the baton by
Mr. Shirt - and being forced to delve into those boxes of unseen 7 inchers to remind myself of what utter classic embarrassing crud I have bought in my time - I somehow have managed to get it all down to 10 - to be honest this could have run to 100s !!
So here goes ..
"Dum-de-dum, dum-de-dum, Mouldy Old Dough" - utter classic - without this punk/hip-hop and death metal would never have happened ....

"nice on Cyril, Nice on son, Nice one Cyril - lets 'ave another one" - deep stuff or what .....

No idea how the heck this thing got to be in my collection - I would love to say I got it from a pile plastic my sister once gave me - but - that is my hand-writing - so I got to admit - IT's MINE (god been meaning to get that of my chest for 3 decades - phew)..

I was young - on a camping holiday to France with the scouts - hung out with some french girl-guides in some provincial town - and ended up buying this - memories hey - the other disk I got that day was Status Quo - Rain, but nothing embarrassing about that - this however is totally unforgivable !

Used to play in a band at school with Mark Wilson and Graham Fallows, this was one of the tracks we played back then - first gig being in Stoke-sub-Hamdon Working Mens Club (1975 or 1976) - how rock-n-roll is that - Mark and Graham went onto somewhat more serious stuff via
The Mob - but at the early routes of the Anarcho-Punk movement lurks a dreamy lament on the joys of Sunday Morning (up with the lark - no less) ....
Elkie Brooks - Pearls a Singer - Fucking magic - there - said it - not going to take it back - so there ....

Everything punk was meant to burn and destroy - but lets face it - this one simply rocks ... how uncool is that ...

I have more than one bit of plastic from mr.pedo-pop - but this must be the most hideous of them all .... say no more squire ..

Cat Scratch Fever - Apart from this killer guitar riff - is there anything even slightly cool about Ted ? Now where did I put that bloody rifle ?

1967 - when the rest of the world were getting it on with chemical-altering-mind-explorations - us down here in ZUMMERZET were wrecking our physical-well being with glasses full of the golden-stuff. This must be the Sergent Peppers for the Cider generation - Forget all that Grateful Dead/Merry Pranksters kool-aid-acid-pap, simply pour your self a mug of body-numbing-messed-aound-with-apple-stuff - crank the volume to 10, - drop the needle onto "The Chew Magna Cha Cha" - and float right out there man - trust me - by the time you get the nerve to stick on the classic - "Drink up thy Cider" - you'll be tripping so damn hard - it'll be weeks before you can face looking at a farmer again - without getting the FEAR ...
CLASSIC ...