I remember being 15 in 1960, staying with a friend who lived at the wrong end of the Kings Road. We decided to go and see Cliff in Expresso Bongo (his best film imo, black and white, with Laurence Harvey, brilliant). Amazingly by present-day standards, it was an X film, so we tarted ourselves up as best we knew how and tottered along in high heels to the Essoldo where we were let in no problem.
Next day we went and listened to the EP in a record shop (you could then) and bought one copy to share.
This was of course before the Beatles. Say what you like, it was the start of the 60s, the best time to be young.