Starting my first day of high school, mum and dad said they would buy a record for me. My brother suggested Live and Dangerous. So mum went into HMV in central London to buy an album with a picture of a guy in leather trousers, legs akimbo, thrusting his groin towards the audience. She also bought my brother a copy of Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell, the cover being a muscley bronzed bloke bursting out of the depths of hell on a rather phallic looking motorbike. Good old mum.