First memory of Tommy Steele: a seaside boarding house, aged about ten. The landlady's daughter in her room puts on Steele singing: What a marf, what a marf / What a north and sarf / Blimey what a marf he's got.
Still have photo of landlady's daughter. Were we flirting at that age? Maybe so, even if we didn't quite know it. Too young for a teenage party. England! What a marf, eh?