Barry White dies at 58 in Los Angeles of kidney failure. He was part of the soundtrack to my youth and I still play his songs today. He came in handy on the disco dance floors when trying (and usually failing miserably) to pull a bird - note use of the 70's idiom - and when cruising along in my bright orange Ford Capri with the Hi Tech Sharp stereo cassette player playing its 10Watts at full blast. Bless him. He could be found alongside my other tapes of Pink Floyd, David Bowie, Kate Bush and The Clash. I'll raise a glass to him this afternoon at the pub.