In the news… Tony Hancock died. An overdose, they said. A terrible shame. Sad too, that we’d be the last generation of kids to grow up miming his name by pointing at body parts.
At school… summer days meant summer sports like discus and javelin in PE lessons. For all my enthusiasm, I was useless at both.
On the telly… Though I didn’t care much for tennis there was little else on at teatime. Julie Heldman, a good looking American bird, stirred a flicker of interest but when she got knocked out, Wimbledon lost the only appeal it ever had for me.
The BBC screened The Seekers farewell concert. As Mam had it on the telly there was no getting away from it, but as one familiar song followed another, my indifference faded. Captivated by the voice of Judith Durham, I settled down to watch the rest of the show. It touched me to see her presented with a large bouquet after singing The Carnival is Over and when the show closed with a celebratory rendition of Georgy Girl, I knew I’d seen something special.
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