the biggest anxiety in life was pressing Stop on the tape recorder before the DJ started talking.
The cassette tape and tape recorder – my entry point to the world of my own music (a Sharp mono recorder with external microphone, and a Showaddywaddy tape to be exact).
And oh how I miss winding back escaped magnetic tape with a pencil.
And I don’t think there was any part of the Motorway central reservation nor strewn with metres of tape thrown from a moving car window.
Do I miss the cassette tape?
Not a bit of it – Vinyl and later CDs was/is my medium of choice.
But I’ve still got three of those Argos Tape Library storage boxes full up in the loft