My mum still has it. She admits she sometimes plays it. She says it’s a bit like the mixtape her mum had: a cassette still in it’s envelope with the letter my grandad included. Mum doesn’t have a cassette obviously. She’s not that old. But she treasures it. Backs it up of course but she even spent time just writing the tracks down in order in a notebook. She calls it her analogue backup. She knows the order by heart I think. She says it’s the flow that means the most. A story. The narrative. The effort put into it.