Well, people didn't exactly fall over themselves to giveus gigs on account of people not really catching on toWayne's style. You don't have to be a verbal genius to bea jock, people just expect you to say, 'Hey!' and 'Wow!'and 'Get down and boogie' and stuff. It doesn't actuallymatter if you sound like a pillock, it helps them feelsuperior. What they don't want, when they're all gettingdrunk after the wedding or whatever, is for someone tostand there with his eyes flashing worse than the lightssaying things like, 'There's a rather interesting storyattached to this record.'

Funny thing, though, is that after a while we started toget popular in a weird word-of-mouth kind of way. Whatstarted it, I reckon, was my sister Beryl's wedding anniversary.She's older than me, you understand. It turnedout that Wayne had brought along just about everyrecord ever pressed for about a year before they gotmarried. Not just the top ten, either. The guests wereall around the same age and pretty soon the room was sofull of nostalgia you could hardly move. Wayne just hotwiredall their ignitions and took them for a joyride downMemory Motorway.

After that we started getting dates from what youmight call the more older types, you know, not exactlykids but bits haven't started falling off yet. We were a sortof speciality disco. At the breaks people would come upto him to chat about this great number they recalled fromway back or whenever and it would turn out that Waynewould always have it in the van. If they'd heard of it, he'dhave it. Chances are he'd have it even if they hadn'theard of it. Because you could say this about Wayne, hewas a true collector - he didn't worry whether the stuffwas actually good or not. It just had to exist.

He didn't put it like that, of course. He'd say there wasalways something unique about every record. You might