IT WAS THE YEAR OF THE BEATLES, GERRY and the Pacemakers and Freddy and the Dreamers. We ironed our hair and hitched up our gym slips to expose solid legs in American Tan tights. We sang She Loves You at the bus stop. We listened to Radio Caroline as we worked for our O levels and practised The Twist and The Shake in front of our bedroom mirrors. Our ideal couple was Paul McCartney and Jane Asher. Somewhere deep in our suburban souls we longed for more.
The voice crackled from the pink transistor radio like a bolt of electricity.
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