1977 I was in a teenage punk band..
There was a gang of older scary hairy greasy bikers on the fringe of our scene.
Amongst the least violent of these wannabe outlaw hells angels was a petty dope dealer.
One night our band crashed at his flat.
I was surprised to find he had the most amazing colossal 'reggae' LP collection of unknown obscurities.
Turns out his secret was he'd been a skinhead nearly a decade earlier...