Then one Christmas I got a record player. A Dansette Viva with autochanger and tone control. £14.14s.0d. in Kays catalogue. Records soon followed: Colours by Donovan, Get Off My Cloud by The Rolling Stones, Mirror, Mirror by Pinkerton's Assorted Colours (oh dear!).
I wanted a guitar. I learnt the words to the latest songs. I used to run away when Mick Taylor came to the house to cut my hair. Eventually I got hold of a mouth organ and tried to play 5-4-3-2-1 by Manfred Mann. I thought I could play it too, near enough.
Then I began discovering the delights of record shops (I've never grown out of it!). Millers in Cambridge was the specialist shop, but my friend's brother's girlfriend worked in the record department of Boots and allowed us to spend half the afternoon in the listening booths without any intention of buying, till the manager came and turfed us out.
The world was changing fast. Our tastes were running to obscure songs that never made the charts. Albums became more sought after than singles. The shops couldn't keep up. But Andy started selling albums (as we learnt to call LPs) by obscure bands (as we now called groups) from a stall on Cambridge market. And another savvy young man started advertising in Melody Maker and selling albums by mail order. He was called Richard Branson and he called his operation "Virgin", you may have heard of them.