Talking with Martin one day in the distant past, I realised that his Oxbridge days - together with his omnipresent pater - meant he knew little of life beyond the soaring spaces, and the punts of course.
'Martin', I said, 'there's a wealth of recorded material out there which you've never heard. Put down that lump of Red Leb and stop hankering for a lady from Amsterdam who performs impressive party pieces. Put these headphones on and have a listen.'
