They say that you always remember the first one. Your first kiss. Your first time in a pub. Your first Big Mac. And, of course, the first song that you loved.
Even back in 1971, this song was hardly cutting edge. However, to a small boy, it was beautiful. The chorus made it even better than the dreaded ‘Wheels on the Bus’ and the fact that it was about a girl – and basically John Betjeman’s ‘Myfanwy’ reimagined in a slightly less pervy way – was entirely irrelevant.
That year, I received my first ‘proper’ bicycle. I can remember the excitement of running downstairs and finding it propped up against the wall. It was small, red and the greatest thing in my world. Needless to say, I named it ‘Pushbike’.