Matt Southam.

As a school boy at boarding school in 1966 or 67 a friend of mine bought a single record to school, one amongst a number that his father, a record producer, had given him. It was called Down River by a man called David Ackles. The first time I heard it I thought it brilliant. No one else did. (We shared a record player in a common room) To everyone's annoyance I kept on playing it, saying how I thought it was really good. Eventually, the individual who owned it asked me if I actually liked it or was taking the piss by playing a crap record all the time. I replied that I thought it was great, so he gave it to me. I have never known another person who liked it and in later years anyone had even heard of it. That is until many years later. I first met my future wife ten or more years later when at university, which we both went to in our early twenties as we had taken time out to work and travel. When she later moved in with me I told her about this record that I especially liked and played it to her. She immediately named it and said how as a school girl she had really liked it and had a copy that she listened to regularly. I was astounded. She is the only person I have ever known who new or even liked the record. We still listen to it to this day and still both like it.