1968 was the eyar I started High school. I went to Box Hill High School. For most of my school life I was the second smallest the year. I can't remember who was smallest but he was quite a bit tougher than me and under threat of pain from him and his mates I would end up at the back of the queue when they handed out lockers. Got myself voted form captain though with a speech I stole from Winston Churchill. rubbish though! When the class played up I got told off.
1968 was the year I started to choose my favourite groups. it didn't take much to be my favourite group. A hit single would do it. One of my big faves from 68 was Lazy Sunday. We all did the cockney accent. "Hello Mrs. jones..how's old Bert's lumbago? " whatever that meant. most of those bands I chose to be my favourites in those early years surprisingly stayed with me. the Kinks and The Monkees spring to mind.
Lazy Sunday is just so 60s. A bit of a novelty song but with a really tight rocking band. Steve eevn uses his soulful voice for real on the last verse.
A wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours
But they make it very clear
They've got no room for ravers
They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall
They doing me crust in, it's no good at all - ah
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away-a
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