The fickle finger

摘要

My parents were not musical and the only things we had at home to replay music when I was young (in the late 1950s and 1960s) were the obligatory tranny radio and, later, a small Sony reel-to-reel tape recorder, bought in Singapore on our way as ten-quid poms to New Zealand in 1963 as a means of sending taped messages back and forth to my mum's mum in Blighty.