Curmudgeon here.

The mention of Salford brought to mind the first verse of a dimly remembered song by MacColl.

I've never been out of Salford town, the place where I was born,
Except when I was in the ranks, and wore a uniform.
But I'd sooner never traveled if the only way to see
The world was through the battle sights of a Mark Four-Three-O-Three.

Many years ago there was a radio series about MacColl titled "Parsley, Sage and Politics." I was able to catch the first due to a blizzard that kept us from the Friday night session. However, music beckoned on the remaining nights of the broadcasts, the tuner at the Press Room couldn't bring in the station and I've been looking to hear the entire broadcast ever since. can anyone be of some help in this quest?

Thanks -- Tom