Here are the gruesome twosome investigating the wonders of my old ghetto blaster. Quite what they make of the cassette decks will be interesting to know. An element of me is saddened by the fact that they are not treated to the privilege of scratched vinyl records.
Oh the joys of Boney M's Moscow forever stuck in an endless loop of a groove of a battered old seven inch. No, it's the pops and pips of digital audio for these two.
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I still have my first cassette player with me and the collection of all my music cassettes as well. Whenever I feel nostalgic, I switch that on and listen to my old, old collection of songs. It is therapeutic.
By the way, Ez is looking quite sporty in the t-shirt and shorts. Looks like he wants to have his way with Henry.
BAH!
We were lucky to have a couple of rocks to listen to. And that were our dinner too!
The fact that this makes him laugh is an added bonus.
Oh to be a little kid again!!
Anyway, if they want vinyl then it all lives here.