Stop! In the name of love

In the last deep recession a friend and I washed cars. This was the days of Thatcherism; and as it was his business and buckets, we split the takings 60:40. I accepted this, as I was desperate for work to buy blank cassettes. In the days before teenagers downloaded a lifetime of music overnight from pirate websites we taped music from the radio chart show, because original LPs then cost a weekly wage. The only alternative was the “tribute cassette” found in loose bins in Woolworths: three redundant Cardiff steel workers …