I used to have a Parsley the Lion, he was ace, I was about 6 or 7 when I got him on holiday in Butlins. Mums got a pic of me and Tony stood outside the chalet, when Butlins was like Hi-De-Hi, with the squeaky metal bunkbeds, a sink and a double bed and tiled floor, luxury, well we thought it was lol
My mum has an old player in cream inside, smoke stained :-), and green bobbly fabric outside where you stacked loads on and they fell down to play one at a time, shes still got tonnes of records for it too, still in the original, 'His Masters Voice' cases......
we had a coal fire too, dad used to be an expert at chopping wood with a sharp axe, can still see him now swinging the axe over his shouler and getting the logs pencil thin for mum to put on the fire the next morning....
ah reminissing......