We didn’t get a record player in our house until the late 60s. For a long time we didn’t have many records. The first single we had was one my Auntie Sheila bought – Let’s Think About Lovin’ by Bob Luman. It would not have been my first choice. My dad bought an album of the Red Army Choir and would sit in the front room, listening to the powerful, swooping harmonies, reading Bernard Shaw.
