It was the song that came to mind first, but let’s get the photo over and done with. Manchester, 1982 (or was it ’83?). Back in the days when I was camera obsessed and even developed and printed in black and white — the kitchen in the house an improvised dark room, with a Zenith portable enlarger that looked like some sort of adapted Sputnik. Ilford FP4. I even had my house mates pose for photographs, like Clare in this one.
In truth I don’t know what record she’s holding, but it could have been the Billie Holiday album I (we) played so much and which included “Glad to Be Unhappy”. The audio system in the house was an old valve radio switched to “GRAM” with a Garrard turntable, both of which I’d bought in Oldham flea market. I still have the radio and it still works. The turntable, unfortunately…