Rubber Soul

My Dad, who was originally from Liverpool travelled to Australia via an old van, motorcycle and boat and picked up this album while over there. It was one of the few things he managed to bring back after he had “a bit of a big night” when almost all of the way home he jumped off a fountain in Barcelona and snapped his Achilles tendon. My Grandad paid for a flight home for him and walked right past him at Liverpool airport as his appearance had changed so much over the course of nearly two years. This is despite my dad clearly hobbling and calling out “Dad!” As my Grandad walked past him. I play it quite often and it’s still in pretty good condition considering the journey it’s been through.