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They are priceless, yet worthless. I am loathe to throw them out because I'm far too sentimental. Plus they would have to go to landfill so I'm really fulfilling my role as eco-warrior... *whistles nonchalantly whilst clinging to the past*
You will notice an abundance of blank tapes too. There are probably all 'mix tapes' or recordings of the Top 40. Yes, I was a music pirate, attempting to stop and start the tape before the DJ got a word in (mentioned in passing on this post). I think there's even a recording of me drunkenly phoning either James Whale or Alan Beswick when they used to be a late night DJ on Red Rose Radio (now Rock FM) and having a little chat about something deep and meaningful.
(by the way, Lancashire people, have a look at this page - Alan Beswick, Simon Tate (the uncle of my friend from primary school ) and many more blasts from the past)
I have no idea what I am going to do with all these tapes now. We have an old stereo with a tape-deck but the tone is awful compared to quality of music today. And I can download digitally remastered versions of almost any song now. Maybe I should stack them up in the lounge and make a 'feature' out of them. Or I could unravel the tape and knit something. Or I could just put them back on the top of the kitchen cupboard and sigh nostalgically.