I GREW UP IN TWICKENHAM and I remember the moment when I realised the power of music for the first time. There used to be a fairground in the 1950s that would come to the rugby stadium and I have such a vivid memory of going there and being so thrilled by the lights, the noise and the rides. What made it spectacular to me, though, was hearing a song called “Rock And Roll Waltz” by a singer called Kay Starr being blasted out over these primitive speakers. It all felt so dangerous and loud and intoxicating to me.
PARIS IS A PLACE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE DEAR TO ME. I feel very lucky that I went there when I was about 14 in the late 1950s to stay with a friend I’d made at school who
