Yikes, no! But then I used to handle CDs with the same amount of care as I did records. In our house, the vinyl gods were very much worshipped by my Dad. Mind you, back then that's all there was. Our sticky little fingers weren't allowed anywhere near them. He was a maths nerd come engineer - I remember when I was very young the lounge had his home-made (large) speakers in, until they could afford to buy some decent enough smaller ones.

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