The Wind-up Gramophone

When I first moved in to a tenement flat in Edinburgh my neighbours were a married couple who had lived there many years. She had been born in the flat in 1932 and they had come back to live there after he retired from the merchant navy. One day they were having a lively discussion on their way down the stair as to whether they should throw away an old wind-up gramophone or take it to a charity shop. He didn’t think anyone would would want it and was intent on putting it in the bin. Luckily he met me coming up the stair and that’s how I acquired this lovely old machine complete with a set of 78s. It’s wonderful – no electricity needed – so when the fossil fuels run out I’ll be listening to my 78s. I’ve got a wind-up torch so all I need is a wind-up internet!