Apart from The Billy Cotton Band Show on a Sunday afternoon and Children’s Favourites on a Saturday morning I don’t remember a lot of music being played during my childhood. The radio was always on in the background but to me it just sounded like a lot of boring people talking, and I preferred my little toy record player with Pinky and Perky and Max Bygraves as a blue toothbrush. My dad loved the deep dark tones of Paul Robson and used to attempt (spectacularly unsuccessfully) to imitate his wonderful baritone, whilst my mum was an inveterate hummer ...
