Years ago, I was asked to devise my own eight-strong disc list plus one book and a luxury item probably for one of the hospital radio stations but the broadcast never happened.
I would have included my first pocket money record purchase, Early to Bed by The Pony Tails, and Maybe Tomorrow by Billy Fury, as I was a great fan and intended to become Barbara Fury.
I was actually middle-aged before our paths crossed and theres a plaque at the Beck to remember this. Not to mark our meeting obviously, but because he died soon after, aged 42, and it proved to be his last ever show.
From Me to You would definitely be included, as I saw The Beatles perform this but never actually heard them because of the caterwauling teens.
I cant complain: I was one of the screamers.
Dusty Springfield and her record You Dont Have to Say You Love Me, Just Because Im Canned, would be on the list. The second line is actually just be close at hand, but drinking being canned was regarded as a normal student activity in those days rather than a social problem, so we thought it funny to change the words.
What next? Purcells Trumpet Tune and Air, chosen by my mum to be played at our wedding, and You Fill up My Larder (Senses) by John Denver, sung by Mr F and me as we stocked up the fridge before I went into labour.
Once again we took the liberty of altering the words to echo our lives at the time.
Finally, Id have to include Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel, which is as comforting as custard, while my book choice would be the wonderfully written 1984.
It would make me appreciate being away from civilisation and, as George Orwell had worked in Uxbridge and Hayes, I have a soft spot for him anyway.
And my luxury item? Mr F, of course.
