It turned up a few days ago, concealed in a plastic container. It has been in the container for nearly four years, since the Bundaberg flood in January 2013. I had forgotten about it, or thought it was thrown out with many of my old vinyl records that were muddied by the flood.

But no, here it is. My father sent it from England (to Australia)in about 1964. This was the single that broke The Beatles in the U.S., and the rest of the World. I still have to pinch myself that I was born, and lived until age 10, only ten miles from Liverpool.

Four lads honing their musical craft while I played in the fields behind Parkgate, Neston, or flew my box kite on the River Dee Estuary. Took occasional trips with my dad to Liverpool, via the Mersey Tunnel. Not knowing of the musical event about to unfold. It unfolded after I had arrived in Australia as a “Ten Pound Pom” on the S.S. Canberra. In 1964, age 12, I was hooked.

Amazing times, but where did they all go?

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