Radio Gonzo

Back in the late 1970s when I was coincidentally living in the same house, in the same village in North Devon where I live today, there was a middle-aged bloke called Dickie Dunn who lived a few doors up from us. He was a bit of a wheeler dealer who made a living buying and selling stuff at auction sales (car boot sales were at least 15 years in the future). He knew that I was a devotee of what he considered to be monumentally peculiar music, so whenever he came across any LPs that looked interesting, or at least bizarre, during his journeys he would buy them and present them to me in the hope that I would purchase them from him, something that I usually ended up doing. One day he turned up with a pile of records which included something which even today is probably the most striking album cover I've ever seen. It was a record called Local Anaesthetic by a band called Nirvana; I am not going to pretend to be any more hip then than I was, because I had never heard of it, but I was struck by the monumenta