We only have a radiogram downstairs so I can't do any direct

　　We only have a radiogram downstairs so I can’t do any direct taping, but holding the microphone close enough to the speakers Diamond Ripstop Fabric works pretty well. That’s how I get music off the radio y’know. The radiogram sods up your records a bit, but only because of the stacking. When you keep dropping them down on each other they end up scratched. It’s always a laugh playing a 33rpm album at 45 though. Ours has 75rpm on it too, so mum can play her old Mario Lanza LPs. I wish she wouldn’t though. Dad says he’s gonna get a proper music centre, one with a clear vinyl lid, but it hasn’t happened yet.Here’s a good cassette. I’ll just pop it on. That’s the dog barking in the background, but you can still hear the music ok. I’m a bit fed-up with Sweet now coz my mate kept playing Ballroom Blitz over and over for two whole days, so I’ll just fast forward past that one. There, Alvin Stardust’s better. Oo, oo, my cooca choo… nah nah nah. The Glitterband are the best though. They’re Gary’s backing band but have become quite famous in their own right since releasing Angel Face.

The drummer’s drop dead gorgeous. Oh… just the thought of those biceps! I’ve been to a few of their concerts y’know and met a couple of the band. Not Pete though, I'm still working on that. It’s dead easy to find our where pop stars live – you just look ‘em up in the phone book. Hardly anybody’s ex-directory. I bet they’ve got those cool-looking tow-tone Trimfones too. Oh don’t put that tape on. It’s just old Jackson 5 and David Cassidy stuff. Y’know, somebody predicted that Michael Jackson’s skin would eventually turn white but I don’t believe it. Here… put this one on instead. It’s full of Rubettes, Mud, Wizzard and T-Rex. Did I tell you about my mate’s big sister’s friend? Evidently she’s a Rubette groupie! Her and her mate follow them around on tour and sleep with them after concerts. Can you believe that?

I’d call them slappers but the term hasn’t been invented yet so tarts’ll have to do. Some of the boys would probably call them slags but I hate that word.Anyway, I’ve gotta go out soon. My dad’s driving me round to my mate’s house in his Cortina (I wish he’d get a Capri) cos we’re going to the pictures to see “Stardust” tonight. David Essex is in it y’know. Oh, he’s got gorgeous eyes! I hung some furry dice in my dad’s car once, but he took them out. The man just doesn’t have taste!If you fancy visiting the 70s again, you’re welcome to pop round any time. I probably won’t be in, but mum’ll look after you. You might have to sit and watch “The Golden Shot” with her though, if you can put up with Bob Monkhouse that is.Now where did I put my Yardley perfume….