The Olympics (and today’s long-awaited first gold medals for Great Britain) have reminded me of my own sporting commitment, which I hasten to add is on a much smaller scale. My charity half-marathon is now only two months away and I haven’t been training as much as I should have been over the last few weeks. In fact, I haven’t been training at all. That’s because the last thing I want to do, after staying up past midnight reading a good book, is to get up at 6am the next morning to go running…
My uncle has been doing a stellar job of introducing me to some of the great albums that were around when he was a music journalist for his student paper back in the early ’70s. We’ve already covered the late ’60s and we’ve currently got up to 1971, though I’m sure there have been a couple of chronological diversions here and there. But this got me thinking. Some of these tracks have the power to conjure up very vivid memories for my uncle and my parents of where they were and what they were doing when they listening to them. And I found myself wondering which albums might have the same effect on me in twenty years time. Below were some which sprang to mind.
The Idle Woman 