

In 1972 I had to travel to and from London a few times by myself. I was only 12 at the time, so, although I was OK about it, some of the adults who would see me off at Euston were a bit dubious. On one occasion, my uncle was delighted to find a pretty young lady offering to look after me on the journey, and gave me a thumbs up and a wink as the train pulled out of the station. The young lady was Shirley Pearce, of the singing group The Flirtations. They were on TV a lot in those days, and had several records out too. Well we passed a delightful two and a half hours together, she regaling me with stories of TV Centre, Cliff Richard (they were residents on his TV show at the time) and the record business, me with wide-eyed wonder! all too soon, the journey was over and the tall, elegant Miss Pearce walked with me to my bus-stop and waved me off. Next month I see the Flirtations are appearing at a venue near me- the question is, do I go and say hello, introducing myself and see if she remembers me, or do I allow her to not see the 12 year old she helped out one day is now in his 50s?! Mmh...