The Sixties (3/3) By Marion

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3).

Of course the next thing was The Beatles first film, A Hard Days Night . Beatlemania had hit the cinema screen. It was just like the concert, we just screamed and cried every time they came on screen. I remember looking in the mirror when I got home. I looked like a panda, through rubbing my eyes that were thick with mascara.

Another memorable concert I have very fond memories of was one I went to see at Manchester. The main act I was really going to see were The Walker Brothers but the acts on with them were Engelbert Humperdinck and Jimi Hendrix! (What a combination).

When I started to write this story lots of memories came flooding back, one was about another concert I had gone to see at the A.B.C. starring an American singer called P.J. Proby. He had quite a few hits in this country, but he was more famous for the tight pants he wore on stage. His tour was cancelled in the end because at one concert his tight pants split down the back while he was performing on stage. It made the news! Shock horror, how obscene.

Anyway a replacement was found for the A.B.C. show, he had just released his first single. Poor chap, when he walked on stage he was greeted with an audience waving banners, proclaiming "WE WANT P.J". But he started singing and before he had finished we were screaming and wanting more. His name was Tom Jones!

The P.J.Proby tour was eventually allowed to go on and I went to see him at the Cecil cinema. The next day at school someone was selling pieces of his shirt that had been ripped off him at the stage door. I have still got my bit!

Well I hope you have enjoyed my quick look back to the Sixties, most of my memories have been fond ones. I will try not to think of the time I drove my dad that mad by having the radio on full blast and screaming every time the Beatles came on, that one day he punched a hole in the speaker. Or the enormous backcombed hair with horrendous hairstyles like The Cottage Loaf (don't ask) the white lipstick, and eyelashes that thick with mascara that it would last for days.

But apart from all that, as I stated at the beginning of this story, I am still most grateful to have been a teenager in the Sixties.

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