Bye, bye Phil

As a seventeen year old I was on holiday in Scarborough where I was able to find a hang-out which suited me, a coffee bar on the foreshore next to an amusement arcade with coin operated table soccer and a huge jukebox. Elizabeth, a tall girl with a blonde ponytail kept on playing Bye Bye Love by the Everly Brothers. That summer of 1957 I am afraid I assumed that the Everlys were as British as Tommy Steele, Billy Fury and Vince Eager and all the other home-grown guitar strumming teddy boys.

Ten years later the band I managed, The Majority, at the time had a residency at the Pickwick Club. This was a gathering place for show-business personalities of the day. One night Phil and Don joined my lads on the tiny stage. Bye Bye Love never sounded so good.

Bye Bye, Phil.