In 2004, at the height of their world domination, when their benign skivvy rule meant every meal had fruit salad (yummy yummy) and every night ended with some toot toot (chuga chuga), the Wiggles had a secret rock’n’roll heart. Its name? Murray Cook. He loved his music. He bought lots of it. He rocked – these days in several bands, including The Soul Movers. This was his story – though as it turns out, maybe my story too – and these were the records we pulled out among the th