Classic Record Player

For months now, I have been researching record players on line to see if there was one I could afford.

You see, I have a fairly large collection of LPs gathering dust in my Study – and, for the past decade, have had no way of actually listening to them. Long, and somewhat technologically tedious, story which I won’t bore you with…

The more I looked at what was on offer via Amazon and Google, the angrier I got: Turntables like the ones I used to own (and bought for about thirty quid) have become such rare collectors’ items that prices of nearer a thousand seem to be the order of the day.

But salvation comes in the oddest forms! I am a member of a buying and selling group on Facebook, though I rarely use it. Something yesterday – I still don’t know what! – prompted me to click on…

…and there, in front of my disbelieving eyes, was a box record player (brown wood, with a car-like front, and CD/radio capacity) for a very small amount of money. I couldn’t believe my eyes, thought the recent course of antibiotics must have caused hallucinations of the wishful thinking variety.

But I contacted the owner. Her name rang a bell – and she lived but a stone’s throw from the school I used to teach at. I decided to go and have a look!

As soon as I walked into the Living Room, and saw the record player, I knew it had my name engraved in invisible ink upon its chassis!

The lady selling it turned out to be the mother of four ex-pupils (and the mother-in-law of a fifth!) – and, before I had been in the house five seconds, the doorbell rang and another ex-pupil arrived, friend of one of the now-adult offspring.

He recognised me. They tend to! We hugged.

To cut to the chase: Reader, I bought it! I won’t tell you how much for because you probably wouldn’t believe me. A true bargain, however, sums it up perfectly. Nothing I had seen on line came close!

As I walked back to the car, Mrs W. carrying my small car/music centre, who should pop up but the son-in-law (whose older siblings I also taught!).

It was one of those days…

Home, I set my prize and joy up against the Western wall (on a handy box I bought in a charity shop four years ago), switched it on, selected a record – ‘England, Be Glad!’ by St George’s Canzona, as it happens – and, with trembling hands, put it on the turntable…

Oh my God! Such delight! I cried! What a soppy date, eh?

Since then, I have listened to my double The Who album, dipped into Baroque loveliness – and will, ‘ere long, be cranking up The Stranglers’Rattus Novegicus’, followed (logically, some may say) by Patti Smith’sEaster’… with the Grand Finale being provided by Jethro Tull!


It looks like this – but is brown and not quite as fancy!

I absolutely LOVE it – and it has got the Younger Generation vote too, Lad having pronounced, ‘Cool, Mum!’

Such fun!


15 thoughts on “Classic Record Player

  1. Hmmm I bought a very expensive ’boutique’ turntable for my extensive collection of old vynal I attached it to my sound system (yes stupidly expensive as well) and settled down to some 70’s prog. Absolutely hated it! I don’t care what the audiophile community think, I just can’t stand the crackles anymore. The last two decades have given us pristine sound and I have become accustomed to that level of fidelity. Can’t go back 😔. (Still not parting with any vynal it’s now part of my DNA, so many memories…). But hey! My new Gibson SG special arrived today. Happy happy…. x

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    1. Oh wow, Ted! How lovely! My lad would be so jealous! You must be thrilled to pieces! Know what you mean about crackles etc. For this reason, I am keeping my CDs and playing them through the laptop! That way, I can have the best of both worlds!!! xxx


  2. Ah, memories of buying my first record player and bringing it home on the bus. I was afraid to use it as my Dad didn’t have a 3 amp fuse so I had to wait until the shops opened the next day! It cost me seventeen pounds and ten shillings, and although I paid for it week by week, I didn’t bring it home until it was completely paid for. That was 1969, the year I became a teenager.

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    1. Aw, how sweet! Bless! Blimey, seventeen pounds and ten shillings: That was serious dosh back in the day! A ten shilling note was undreamed of riches to me! 1969: The year I passed the 11+ and went off to grammar school! xxx

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        1. OMG, weren’t they just? We used to get given half a crown to go to St Giles Fair – in the centre of Oxford – every September, and that seemed like a King’s Ransom! I can still recall the confusion caused by Decimal Currency – and the way it didn’t feel like REAL money!! xxx


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