My four year-old is a huge Peter Combe fan. When she got this CD she sat stock still on the couch to listen to it and even examined the liner notes, noting her hero’s thick head of hair in the circa 1991 photographs. Some of Peter Combe’s songs are especially enchanting to adult ears, but best of all, his heyday as a children’s entertainer came and went with nary a trademarked plastic toy nor cheap polyester top in sight. I found this CD in an enormous establishment that houses dozens of antique stalls. Most stallholders had supplemented their stock of meat safes, wall pockets, bed jackets and Bakelite canisters with cast-offs from their own lives. Hence the CD. And last month’s issue of Vogue next to a 1940s planter.