As 1976 dawned, I was wholly unaware of what had just happened to Fairport Convention, i.e., for the second time in its existence [the first being in 1972, for which see above], the band had for all practical intents and purposes, ceased to exist. As Sandy Denny had said at an Oslo gig a few months previously [see above], “we keep falling apart”.
Anyway, I was just embarking on the second term of my second year at University, and having to work very hard at it. More importantly, I was comfortably into my second year with Girlfriend 27 [the Mouse; see above], which was significantly longer than any of the previous 26 had lasted. Furthermore, we were still on excellent terms, and accordingly I remained most content.
During the summer term, however, I learned that a new LP was to be released, and of course I rushed to buy it as soon as it was possible so to do. The cover was awful, as in fact fitted the rest of the package; and what had happened to the group’s name? More of this dreadful experience next time.