I got a sudden and unexpected visit from my uncle yesterday – he had some business around here, he’d be in town by about 9pm, did I fancy a curry? We went out and ate far too late and ordered so much that I couldn’t finish the leftovers at lunchtime today.
He was probably my first source of other music – I wrote onceuponatime about getting a copy of The Specials’ debut from him, and I quietly liberated all sorts of interesting things from him over the years. He was a club DJ – the kind of small town club which was all young men and women on the prowl, lager spilled and trouble in the taxi queue. It was the end of the seventies and on from there and it was, I’m sure, not a million miles away from Saturday Night Fever (because it’s not a million miles from New York to Essex, now, is it?) I asked him one time what his most requested record was and he said it was this – one of those things I’m sure I could have always sung the title to but that was about it. I’d be astonished if he meant anything other than the Roni Griffith version, but I found The Ronettes’ one knocking around too and couldn’t resist.
The Ronettes – The Best Part of Breaking Up mp3
Roni Griffith – The Best Part Of Breaking Up mp3
