I went into a charity shop to buy some furniture recently, and someone had put a big stack of old british metal seven inches down: Saxon ones, and Ronny James Dio singles with ridiculous, badly-drawn dragons and devils and jewels on the covers. Obviously I bought them, but with a tinge of sadness as I couldn't help picturing a tragic old rocker putting them into the shop, giving up his collection to benefit the future generation of leather-clad brit metallers...