Continued from below

Yesterday's sad news made me think about my misspent youth listening to the Peel show on an earpiece under the bedclothes when I should've been asleep to make sure I was fresh for school the next day. He was responsible for my lasting interest in reggae: Gregory Isaacs, Black Uhuru and others whose names I've long forgotten booming into the darkness of my 80s bedroom was one of the highlights. Also hearing for the first time the likes of Xmal Deutschland, New Order, Cocteau Twins, The Fall, PJ Harvey, ... It's only relatively recently that I stopped taping the festive 50 - trying to make sure I kept up to date with music.