This is lovely and, according to this piece in The Grauniad, quite hip too. I picked this up in the Shooting Star Hospice place in Hampton Hill on Wednesday. What a lovely way to spend a morning; trotting from shop to shop in brilliant sunshine, idly flicking through the Mantovani and Mathis in the hope of finding a gem. That's about as close to the England Betjeman eulogises that it's possible to get nowadays, I guess; the smell of old things and decay, and the merest sliver of hope and redemption of time lost that can only be found in the forgotten and discarded. And this was it; a little ray of sunlight - from opulently textured sleeve, to gleaming, dust-free grooves - a precious English gem...
(It's so nice, I've posted up all the tracks. Enjoy...)
Side one:
Indoor games near Newbury
Business girls
Agricultural caress
Youth and age on Bielieu River Hants
The arrest of Oscar Wilde at the Cadogan Hotel
Side two:
Lenten thoughts
The Cockney amorist
Longfellow's visit to Venice
The flight from Bootle
A Shropshire lad
On a portrait of a deaf man
A child ill
Oh, and that lovely old Charisma label...:
xxx
Bob
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