No Sleep Till Bloomsbury.. Learning small lessons from big lectures

In the Summer of 1981, I was 13, and living in rural Leicestershire. I have quite a clear memory of cycling my steel-framed racing bike to the new-ish, big Co-Op supermarket at a few miles away, where they had a small record section. I then rushed back with Motörhead’s No Sleep Till Hammersmith live albumContinue reading “No Sleep Till Bloomsbury.. Learning small lessons from big lectures”