baɪ ðə lˈeɪt nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti z, pˈuːl wʌz ʌnˈeɪbəl tə kˈiːp ˌʌp hɪz ɹˌɛpjuːtˈeɪʃən ænd spˈɛnt mˈoʊst əv ðə nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti z ˌaʊɾəv ðə mjˈuːzɪk bˈɪznəs wˈɜːkɪŋ ɪn hɪz bɹˈʌðɚz bˈʊtʃɚ ʃˈɑːp, hiː ᵻvˈɛntʃuːəli wɛnt fɹʌm ɛmplˈɔɪiː tʊ ˈoʊnɚɹ ʌvðə ʃˈɑːp ˈæftɚ hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ sˈʌdənli dɹˈɑːpt ˈoʊnɚʃˌɪp ʌvðə bˈɪznəs: “maɪ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˈæskt mˌiː tə mˈaɪnd ðə ʃˈɑːp wˈʌn ˌæftɚnˈuːn, hiː wɛnt ˈaʊt ænd nˈɛvɚ kˈeɪm bˈæk”.
By the late 1960s, Poole was unable to keep up his reputation and spent most of the 1970s out of the music business working in his brothers butcher shop, he eventually went from employee to owner of the shop after his brother suddenly dropped ownership of the business: “My brother asked me to mind the shop one afternoon, he went out and never came back”.