Materialism is widely detested.

You couldn't find many examples of a creed or philosophy which actually endorse it. You're supposed to be like bloomin' Siddharta and cast all that stuff to one side and, you know like, just listen to the river...

But you know objects have given me great pleasure over the years. Real substantiative pleasure. My black Raleigh Bomber. That little grey plastic microscope that was also a telescope. Some cherished pencil cases. Beano annuals. My green wooden desk. Not necessarily all my records, but a few like (when I found them) Manuel Gottsching's E2-E4 in early nineties Edinburgh. Neu! in the Vinyl Exchange in Manchester.

People need to lighten up about Materialism. Last time I checked I was made of material myself.