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Don't panic you lot, you're not about to get a BIBLE lesson. Here's the scoop. Back around 1971 (certainly no earlier than 1970), my mother took me to a Town Centre shop by the name of W. &. R. HOLMES after school one day and bought me 'The Good Book'. (She'd told me earlier that morning of her intention, but I forgot and went to a pal's house, and my mother had to 'phone to remind me.) I no longer remember exactly what became of it, but I do recall inadvertently inflicting some damage to the cover under the dustjacket, which bothered me somewhat.