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Wow, it's been nearly a year since I even posted here. Really hoping to get back to this soon...

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Just a quick post to apologise for the lack of updates recently. Various personal circumstances have prevented me from keeping up the Number One activity over the last few months. Rest assured, however, that the quest continues, and I'm hoping to make some further progress at some point before Christmas.

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Seb from the Resplendents had given me Afroman’s Because I Got High as a birthday present, and I had picked up a copy of Sailor by Petula Clark at the world’s smallest car boot sale, but my quest was progressing slowly because of other commitments. My cousin Carolyn’s wedding provided an opportunity to put things right. I was in Elgin with a couple of hours to kill between breakfast and the

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Jo from the Resplendents had raided her Mum’s record collection for potential additions to the collection and come up with a 7” of In The Year 2525 (Exordium and Terminus) by Zager & Evans. This kind gift inspired me to take a walk to Headingley on a sunny day to see what the old favourites had to offer. Before the old, however, came the new. My first stop was the recently-opened RSPCA shop.

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For a couple of days I was in the midst of a media frenzy. My quest had attracted the attention of BBC Radio Leeds, where I was interviewed by Bob Walmsley for the afternoon show. The following day it was the turn of the Yorkshire Evening Post, who ran an article alongside a typically posed photograph, depicting me surrounded by a number of 7” and CD singles. The picture was taken in my flat

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I needed a pair of shoes to complete my stage outfit, so another trip into town was on the cards. After accomplishing my primary mission I decided to try a couple of shops whose chart-topper potential I had not yet tested. My first stop was Soul Alley. I had always thought this was a specialist dance shop, but I had been tipped off about the bargain bin by the cash desk, which would, I was

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I had never used Ebay before, though I had browsed the myriad goods on offer. It seemed like a good time to sign up and hunt for some of the older records on my list. I explored the appropriate section, pulled up a long list of 78s and began to investigate. It wasn’t long before I had identified a number of targets. I spent a little time trying to work out the complexities of the bidding

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The Resplendents needed six matching suits on a tight budget, so I met Alex and Paul in town in order to investigate potential stage-wear. We visited every shop we could think of that might be able to cater for us and came away with a few suggestions to put to the rest of the band. After completing our research I persuaded the others to join me on the charity shop trail. We began with the

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I had arranged a meeting at Leeds University and decided to follow it with some shopping. I boarded a bus to find myself surrounded by teenagers, and realised that it was the week of the half-term break, which somewhat put me off. The weather didn’t help matters. I emerged from my meeting into the cold wind and rain, and engaged in an internal dialogue about whether I should abandon my plans

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I had been with my bandmate Seb to Garforth to collect my Roland XP-10 keyboard, which had been in for repair. Having completed our Official Band Business, Seb suggested we visit his friend Clem to take a look at his keyboard. It is rare that I pass up an opportunity to tinkle on someone’s ivories, so I agreed and we drove to Clem’s flat. We arrived to find the place in utter chaos, as Clem

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It had taken me three and a half years to get round to registering with my local doctor, but the half hour I had to spend in the waiting room before my three minute appointment with the practice nurse was nevertheless irritating. There are few more depressing places to spend one’s time, even if, as in this case, there are no other patients sharing the experience. In order to cheer myself up I

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I woke to find myself lying under my coat on a hard wooden floor. This was the accommodation provided by my friend Chris, in his Manchester flat, which I had gladly accepted the previous evening, in the knowledge that I would most likely be drunk enough not to care. My journey across the Pennines had been primarily because of Steven, an Australia-based ex-pat who I had not seen for several

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A year had passed since I embarked on my quest, and in that time I had almost made it to the halfway point, owning 435 Number One singles, 603 when including albums or re-releases. Meanwhile 26 more records had made it to the top of the charts. I was working on a song of my own and searching for lyrical inspiration, so I decided to take a stroll down to Headingley and take in the usual charity

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I was back in Hexham for Christmas, and was doing some last minute shopping when I discovered the Relate shop, hidden away off the main drag where I had never noticed it before. I postponed my search for presents in order to investigate. This was a good choice, as in a dusty corner I found two dusty boxes full of dusty 7” singles, at a mere 20p apiece. They were, in the main, in poor shape,

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I was in Hexham to celebrate my niece Rosie’s birthday, and decided it was time to launch another assault on the town’s charity outlets. My mother was driving to the supermarket so I went with her and she accompanied me on my shopping trip. We started in the Cancer Research shop, where we found a handful of CD singles. The awful Bring It All Back completed my collection of S Club 7 Number Ones

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I had a guest in the shape of my friend Steve, visiting from London. He is rarely seen in Leeds, and as a result we woke on Saturday morning feeling less than healthy. Steve picked up my guitar and attempted to cure our hangovers with music, choosing to play House Of The Rising Sun. Sadly neither of us could remember the lyrics past the first verse, so we sang this repeatedly until we felt

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My brother was having a clearout and found three Number Ones to donate to the cause. I was particularly pleased to lay my hands on Stan, Eminem’s finest moment, good enough that I can even bear to listen to Dido on it. Three Lions 98 by Baddiel & Skinner & The Lightning Seeds only brings back bad memories of penalty shootouts. Why did they have to include Jonathan Pearce’s commentary reminding

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I was going to spend a weekend in the North East in order to celebrate my brother-in-law’s 40th birthday, which presented an ideal opportunity to do some shopping in Newcastle. As the train passed over the Tyne I looked at the famous bridges and considered my planned route. It had been some years since I had done any shopping in Newcastle, but I knew exactly where to go. The area around

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I was working on some Christmas music and needed to go into town to buy a set of sleigh bells, so decided to fit in some Number One hunting at the same time. I had my eye on a couple of charity shops I hadn’t yet visited, but on the way I thought about the Merrion Market and decided to go there first. The Merrion Market is a strange place, but if you ever find yourself in Leeds and needing, as

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I had hoped to be going to watch Guiseley AFC defeat Radcliffe Borough in the Unibond Premier League, but my companions were unable to make it to the match and I was left at a loose end. I found myself humming Japanese Boy, and realised that it was to be a Number Ones day. For some time I had been planning a journey to the East, to the various suburbs along the way, and I decided to set off on

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I read in the Yorkshire Evening Post that a jumble sale (plus cake stall) was to be held at the Headingley St Columba United Reformed Church the following Saturday. I am not, you will be surprised to hear, a religious man, and usually restrict my appearances in church to the occasional wedding, but this sale provided a compelling reason to visit a house of God. I knew little about the nature of

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The realisation was sudden, unexpected and unprovoked. I was absently reading through a few e-mails, unrelated to Number Ones, when I recalled the fact that I owned Aaliyah’s self-titled album, which includes More Than A Woman, the 917th record to reach the top, but had not yet transferred this track into the collection. It was the second small boost I had received in the space of a week, as a

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Christian had arranged the trip, I provided the soundtrack. We were on our way to Brighton, and in honour of our destination’s reputation as the gay capital of Britain, I had compiled a CD of some of the gayest Number Ones. It wasn’t difficult to fill the disc. After a short crawl along a particularly static part of the M25, we made a detour to Leatherhead to pick up Mike and headed off to the

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I had not seen Nik for several years, it having been difficult for us to catch up for a drink and a chat ever since he took it upon himself to move to Australia. So when he recently came back to the Northern hemisphere for a few weeks, I and several others took the opportunity to make up for lost time by spending several days in the pub with him. He had arranged this 20,000-mile round trip in

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After my stroll in the sun, my next shopping trip coincided with an unexpected downpour. I was only a minute or so from my destination when it began, but the rain was so heavy that by the time I arrived I was soaked to the skin. Fortunately the destination in question was Oxfam Music, so I knew there were enough records for me to shelter inside for some time if necessary, in the hope that the

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