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Alfie has got me going on memory lane.

I was the first person in class in the secondary modern to like the Beatles. I didn’t hear Love Me Do, and Please, Please Me did nothing for me, but From Me to You was great. I cottoned on to the tune, which was much more exciting than most of the crap on Thank Your Luck Stars and Juke Box Jury, the two main pop shows at that time.

When She Loves You came out, everybody in school was sold. Beatlemania had struck me. My sister used to comb her hair before they appeared on the television. One lad came with a Beatle jacket and haircut to the school Christmas party and was kicked out by the headmaster.

When we were in Blackpool on our holidays that summer (don’t remember seeing Cosy, he was just a twinkle in someone’s eye then methinks), the word was round that the Beatles were there, and a fruitless excitement took a hold, We never saw them.

Paul was then my favourite. I first saw him shortly after The Beatles broke up, playing football on the courtyard of University. Never having been to college, Paul was always fascinated by the status of what he’d missed out on.

Many people are, unfortunately.

Tales from the Medieval Era.

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