My brother is no Marie Kondo. He finds it very hard to throw anything out, which is why he brought this 45 rpm record back to me yesterday. Yep, it has my name on it. Chewy, chewy? The Ohio Express? Do you even remember that song? We started humming ‘Sugar, Sugar’ until we realized that we had the wrong song, and then we were stumped. What was Chewy, Chewy???
Ye Gods.
In 1968 I received 25 cents pocket money per week. Singles like this cost 99 cents. That’s a month of saving. I have been robbed.
The Resident Judge of Port Phillip 