A marvellous, solid, heavy and slightly mysterious telephone with a big loudspeaker on the front and connections on the back that look like something from a battleship (what is it?). One of my favourite old gadgets (bought, like all the others, from the place old things go to die: Brick Lane market).
It’s 1980. Malcolm McLaren’s making his first, difficult post-punk career change. Lots of fuss in the tabloids (and in the NME) about under-age singer Annabella Lwin. Brief Walkman frenzy (do you remember there was an effort to name them ‘stowaways’?) – lots of cassette-only releases. ‘Cassette culture’, which was a bit like podcasting, I suppose… Continue reading From the storage unit