You know a good tune is like a bottle of rare wine, the older it gets the more mellow it becomes. A good old song has the wonderfull habit of returning a bringing back memories. Sometimes even when you think you forgotten about a childhood sweetheart or a schoolchom you haven't seen in years, up pops that song, and maybe for a few fleeding moments you relive the past all over again. The picture I've posted affects me just that way, and perhaps it will brush away a few cowlips for some of you... – Hippy market, Camden Town, London.
Remember, if you were the only girl? (Oh you're not into fifties-songs, right?) – Dean Martin