I got Street Credibility

Do you remember when we had LP's, or Cassettes, and when you bought an album you listened to the whole lot of it? 

You knew where the jumps in the records were, the scratches, and when to bang your hand off the table to make it miss the scratch. 

When I met Si, he came with baggage.   

Part of that Baggage was a newly purchased CD Player. 

I was captivated.  I had recently been dragged off the street by Virgin Record Media Executives and stuck in a hotel room with 14 other likely candidates and we were shown CDs.  

We were played CDs, We were played the LP version of the CDs and encouraged to hear the amazing sound in difference and quality, and the "nuances" which would be visible to us, with our CDs but not from the LPs. 

They asked us questions and we looked at them like they were stoopid. 

Pft.  LPs are here to stay mate.   CDs are so not going to take off. 

We were summarily dismissed and we were given a £5 voucher to spend in Virgin Music. 

And then, Not four months later, there was a CD Player in my Room. 

(I was still a student,  property was all-consuming, and when I fell out with the flatmates, the TV was ceremoniously removed from the living room back into my bedroom until appropriate apologies had been delivered).

I wanted that CD player,  I had nothing to swap it for.   

Except my Boobs.   

I swapped my boobs for a CD player,  and the CD player did last about as long as we told the nice people from Virgin that they would last for. 

And he still owns my boobs. 

Watch what you trade folks. 

That's all I'm saying.