Paul Jones of Manfred Mann. I had his photo on the ceiling above my bed. I argued with ny dad once (not acceptable in the 60s) and he tore it down.
I finally got to meet him in the 1990s. He was doing an open air jazz concert at Castleward. He gave me a big hug (I felt like a teenager for a moment!) and autographed my M&S fruit pie packet- the only paper we had. Better late than never!
Why do restaurants and takeaways close so early now?





